It looked like a perfectly normal pub from the outside, not too busy nor too empty and everyone quietly sat with a lone pint in their left hand. It was the kind of place you could walk past and not think twice about, the kind of place that made something in the back of your mind wince for no obvious reason.
A child waiting outside the post office next began to notice a thousand tiny details that were wrong with the place and the inhabitants inside, for example, none of them appeared to be breathing. The side of their bodies were still as the identical pint they stared into with pale, unblinking eyes.
The child also noticed that none of them were facing the door - in fact not a single person's face could be seen from the outside.They casually walked back and forth trying to catch a glimpse and coming back with nothing each time as the patron's heads subtly turned away.
When their parents came out of the post office they managed to time their last pass just right as they left but where a face should be there was nothing. Not a blank area where facial features would usually be but the dark nothingness of a starless sky that seemed to invite them in for a drink.
As they left, pretending they never saw anything, every patron's faceless head turned and watched them go.
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