Original author: Infinity421
Groaning softly, you pull into the petrol station and begin the tedious and expensive process of filling the petrol tank of your car back up, idly noting the smell of muffins wafting over from the small cafe next to the station, overpowering the omnipresent yet bizarrely pleasurable stench of petrol.
Five minutes; a small cup of coffee; and a chocolate muffin later; you were back on the road again, keeping your eyes on the road, the sky gradually darkening as the sun started to sink below the horizon, as you went over the reason you were driving several hundred miles to your friend's house in the first place.
Danny was...a bit weird, every now and then, but other than subscribing to some truly bizarre conspiracy theories, was perfectly normal. He had called you an hour and a half ago, telling you to come to his house, ASAP. It was an unspoken rule between you two that texts were for chatting, and actual phone calls were for emergencies, so whatever he needed you for must have been urgent.
Pulling into the gravelly parking area in Danny's front garden, you wonder how he could afford the house at all, just like you did every time you visited for whatever reason came up. Realising that Danny's car was nowhere to be found, you frown and approach the front door to his house, glancing at the area of paddock approaching the front garden to see if Danny was lying there in an intoxicated haze.
Sighing in frustration at the lack of your friend, you ring the doorbell several times, receiving no answer. "Okay, getting a bit creepy now..." You mutter to yourself as you withdraw the key to the front door from your jacket pocket. It had been agreed you your group of friends, you and Danny included, that each of you needed to have a copy of the key to everyone else's front door, in case of emergency or something more mundane, such as forgetting your phone.
Unlocking the door, you flick the light switch to illuminate the large hallway, which was somewhat spartan compared to the rest of the house. "Hey, Danny? You okay, mate?" You all but shout as you close the door behind you, and receiving no reply, yet again. Gulping, you begin to methodically search the house for any sign of your friend, until there was only one room left; the kitchen/dining room.
Turning the lights on, the whole house now illuminated, you growl when Danny was nowhere to be found. Even if he had just been, say, sprawled on the floor, deep asleep, you would have been satisfied, if a little miffed. A folded piece of paper on the table catches your eye, and you lean against the fridge as you unfold and read it.
"Sorry, [your name], I would have called earlier if I could've, but the phone signal was out all day, and I really had to get going. I was going to explain the situation to you when you got here, but like I said, I really had to get going. Anyway...
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