Usually, people probably aren’t nervous when they’re entering small towns. Especially dinky little places in the middle of nowhere, Texas, with under a hundred residents and some desperately high-brow name like St. Vermis. Of course, usually people aren’t hunting for the source of pure evil and various disasters over the last hundred years or so, either. Not to mention the fact that I didn’t have any registration for the big revolver tucked in between my socks in my hastily packed suitcase. But maybe I should back up a bit.
To be honest, I never expected my thesis to yield any real results… Continue reading