The airport was poorly lit, with only the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead breaking the silence. The usual hustle and bustle of travelers was missing, creating an eerie atmosphere. Thomas stood at the agreed meeting spot, scanning the empty terminal for the person that celled him. The clock on the wall showed 7:55 PM, just five minutes until their scheduled meeting time.
As he waited, the shadows cast by the dim lighting appeared to lengthen and darken, giving the terminal a sinister feel. Thomas felt a chill run down his spine, despite the warm summer evening. He glanced at his phone once again, seeing an unread message from the unfamiliar number: "I'm here"