The Stable/Garage

The wide, double doors of the garage are pushed open so that there’s a gap large enough to walk through. As you do, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim light. There’s an unnatural chill inside and you look up and down the aisle to try and gauge what sort of building you’re in. Even inside, it still gives the impression of a stable, but the stalls are too wide and a faint scent of gasoline lingers, making you think it must have been converted at some point to a garage. 

When your eyes have fully adjusted, you walk up and down the aisle, peering into most of the stalls. By and large, they’re empty. There is one, however, that has a large car parked inside. You squint at it, flecks or something dark over its headlights and front grill. 

A dark shape bolts out from the next stall over and diverts your attention. You think it must have been a dog, but you can’t help wondering if you should check out that stall, just in case?