Haunted Pub

Rain has followed you for miles, turning the narrow road to mud and swallowing the hills behind you one by one. Then, at last, a weathered pub glows against the gathering dark. You step closer, boots sinking into the sodden ground, and wonder why everything behind you has fallen so quiet. Never mind. The door is open. The fire is crackling. And the dry seat by that window is exactly what you need. No one looks up when you enter. They all keep their eyes on the door until it closes behind you.