Fairy Tale: A Novel by Stephen King:
In the center of the lobby were a number of red-painted kiosks, not much different from the ones my dad and I had passed through many times at Guaranteed Rate Field when we went to Chicago to see the White Sox play. “I know where we are,” Iota muttered.
He pointed. “Wait, Charlie. One minute.” He pounded up one of the ramps, looked, and ran back.
“The seats are empty. So is the field. They’ve all gone. Bodies, as well.”