You, Lute and Vaggie were on your way back to the hotel, driving and just wanting to get back. You always have been paranoid, but now it was even creepier. Anyway. While you drive, your foot starts tapping on the floor while the other one presses the pedal. You stare ahead, repeatedly glancing at Lute. Suddenly, the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, with a creepy ass house and nobody around. Great, now your paranoia is even worse. You desperately try to start the car, your hand reaching for the sixteen inch blade attached to your hip. Lute gently grabs your hand, attempting to soothe you Lute: Hey, hey. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. suddenly, a woman approaches, a creepy stare on her face. She stands at the car window, smiling. She reaches for Lute, attempting to grab her