The Barn

The rain started without warning. He ran across the field, desperate to find cover.

Darkness was falling and he could see a small barn-like building up ahead.

The door was thankfully unlocked and he stepped in before slamming it shut behind him. The rain hammered relentlessly on every side of the building. The wind was starting to get up too. It felt like he was in a carwash.

He felt his way around and sat down on a bale of hay in the darkness. He’d just have to wait it out.  He placed his rucksack by his feet.

A groaning noise made his skin crawl. He thought it must be the wind in the roof, but he couldn’t shake off childhood campfire stories of ghosts and horrible happenings out in the country.

The groaning noise seemed to intensify. His entire body was covered in goosebumps. Headless horsemen and escaped murderers filled his thoughts.

The groaning stopped and so did the rain.

He picked up his rucksack and headed for the door.

A noise disturbed him just as he was leaving and he snapped his head around to see.

The moonlight shone through the open door and revealed a ladder in the barn, leading to a mezzanine level. Climbing down the ladder were a man and woman, as naked as the day they were born.

He headed across the field to the footpath.