So I think I might've run into ANOTHER Fear that wants my head on a plate for some unknown reason. There was a woman staring at me from a window while I was in this town. When I looked closer, I could have sworn she had claws instead of hands. She left the window before I could get a good enough look.
I'm not sure what was up with it, but I know for a fact that if an average woman has claws instead of hands then she's bad news.
Also, I had to get the hell out of dodge really quick there. Turns out that town had their very own casino. It was one of those tiny smoky ones with the dim lighting and about three slot machines, but it was still too dangerous for me to stick around.
I got the last bit of encouragement I needed when someone carved a pair of dice into my motel room door.
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