Waffle House

From Dark City

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Waffle House
Chronicle Jericho
Room Type Business

Stepping into the Waffle House across the river, a haunting emptiness permeates the air. The once vibrant diner now stands eerily devoid of life, with only a handful of weary souls scattered throughout. Shadows cling to the corners, casting an unsettling gloom over the space.

The dim lighting barely lights the vacant booths along the walls, their worn upholstery and chipped tables telling tales of neglect. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant murmurs of hushed conversations. Behind the counter, the kitchen appears suspended in twilight, its worn appliances and idle griddles tarnished from years of neglect.

In the mostly empty and dark Waffle House of Jericho a somber stillness prevails. The space feels frozen in time, its atmosphere lending a sense of desolation and melancholy. It's a place where solitude takes hold, and the echoes of lost moments seem to linger, adding to the weight of the empty booths and the hushed whispers of forgotten stories.

The kitchen area is stained with stubborn pink handprints along the counter.