it was a late stormy night….as you drove across a neon sign that read “Bates Motel..” pulling into the parking lot and getting out you walked into the front office….sitting at the front desk was a nervous skinny man with black hair…he looked up when he saw you and his eyes widened a little and he smiled awkwardly

”hello…I am Norman Bates…how may I h..help you….”he spoke with a slight stutter…he didn’t seem to be very confident