Bonebell

“Milk, eggs, bread, uh celery. I think that’s it?” Sharah double-checked her shopping list right after shutting the engine. There were only about five other cars scattered about the parking lot when she pulled up. “Can’t believe I got out so late, I’m barely gonna have enough time to look around before they close.” Fetching a scrunchy from her cup holder, Sharah fixed her hair into a quick ponytail before making her way out of the car towards the entrance. Since there was barely even anyone around she didn’t care if anyone saw her dressed in her professional attire which primarily consisted of a tan suit and a matching shirt. “Damn it’s getting humid out, Summer is right around the corner.” After fetching her reusable bag, she scurried out of the car towards the brightly lit entrance which laid at the end of the dimly lit parking lot. One lamp post, in particular, flickered with the rapid pace of a cheap haunted house effect, adding to the menacing atmosphere of the empty lot.