The Homestead was eerily silent. It looked like the workers had gone for a coffee break, and yet not a sound could be heard. The mugs in the kitchen were still warm. “I do not like this Caleb,” I whispered. In response, Caleb growled low in his throat. Breathing quickly, I moved quietly through the living room. I saw no-one. Heard no-one. I had the sudden urge to leave. Quickly! Grabbing the the keys off the mantle, I ran for the truck. I had a bad feeling about this and needed to warn the townspeople. The Reaper had returned.
Where do you think the people had gone?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)