The old building stood at the edge of town, its brick walls whispering tales of the people who had come and gone. You remember that you are schizophrenic, bricks cannot whisper. You take your meds. Everything goes back to normal, you realize that you've wasted your time wandering. You go back home and, much like the modern-day hobbit you are, binge-watch TV shows you've already watched before going to sleep.
Continue the story yourself!