Nic is looking to obtain what is his and Martha is reluctantly coming with him.  But she finds that this factory is oddly not the same at night than it is during the day.  Hopefully they can get in and out before anything bad happens.  (This story is currently in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on June 18th)

             Martha took a deep breath and followed him inside. The only light came in from the open doorway. “This place is creepy. Let’s just find what you are looking for and get out.”

             “I think the guest shop is this way. Come on.”

             She jumped as she heard a strange sound behind them. “What was that?”

“Who cares? Now come on. We need to get going. Stop wasting time.”

            “I’m not wasting time.” Martha turned around only to see she was alone. “Nic?” No one answered. “Nic! Hey! Where the hell did you go?” She took a few tentative steps forward. “This isn’t funny. Come on out here already.”

             A hand appeared out of the darkness and grabbed her arm. Martha let out a scream, and another hand covered her mouth. “Calm down; it’s just me. Jesus.” Nic handed her a flashlight. “Happy now?”

             She sighed and turned on the device. “Yes. Don’t rush off again.” She looked around. “This place is spooky enough as it is.”

             He sighed. “Now come on.”

             They passed by inactive conveyor belts and multiple wooden boxes. Martha slowly scanned the room. “It looks like we found our way into the main factory area.” She spotted what looked like strange plastic on the floor. “I wonder what they make here?”

             Nic stepped over a box that had fallen onto the floor. “From what I know, this is some kind of toy factory or something like that. I think I remember the tour guide saying something about dolls, but I tuned the man out. He just went on and on about plastics. It was way too boring. Who wants to listen to some drone go on for an hour about plastic?”

             Martha lifted her foot after smashing a glass bottle.

“No, I couldn’t say I would want to.” She rubbed the loose glass off her boot. “Let’s just get out of here.”

             Nic turned around and laughed. “What? You don’t like this place in the dead of night?”

             She shook her head. “Why did you have to use that word?” She shivered. “This place is creepy enough as it is?” Martha raised her flashlight and spotted what looked like half of a human-sized doll suspended from the rafters. “Are you sure this place is even active?”