“Is this place haunted?” she asked shaking in the northeasterly freezing wind as much as in fear.
“I hope not.”
“Do we have to go inside?”
“I guess so. We have to finish our job.”
They had been asked to procure an ancient globe from the library of this monolith, by their professor.
“Ahem! Let’s go inside,” she moved ahead finding the massive door, which she pushed. It opened without any difficulty as if it had been in use forever. By the eerie look of that place, it was surprising.
“Welcome you two! The feast is ready,” a voice boomed.
* For Friday Fictioneers. Unfortunately, I missed last week’s prompt.