The abandoned remnants of large commercial buildings always seem to host the ghostly remnants of the crowd that used to occupy them. I remember when I lived (as a kid) in white trash-northern Florida, an overgrown lot nearby my house held a long-shuttered mall complex. I used to hide in the tall wild grass surrounding it, smoke cigarettes, and listen to Metallica and Slayer on cassette.
Larger, more expansive sites flooded with travelers to unknown sights would only enhance that aura.

For my collection of short stories, ‘Down Highways In The Dark…By Demons Driven” I envision something sinister living in a long-abandoned airport that sleeping passengers sometimes awaken in.

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there are spooky corners we should never explore, and long forgotten creatures tha still feed off us.