Only one light remained, a sole beacon in the otherwise endless dark. Any sense of the larger parking lot was gone, though he could hear a faint 'ping' noise, like a car in which the keys have been left in the ignition. He started toward the light, grateful for any place where the encroaching night was held at bay.
The light flickered suddenly, strobing almost, and he stopped, his heart beating hard in his chest. The light steadied. Brightened.
And Stephen thought of deep sea fish, all bulbous eyes and needle teeth. How they often had a glowing lure that attracted their prey.
The light flickered again, as if in anticipation.
Another pic from my reference folder. Empty parking lots always creep me out.
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