While driving through Texas on a hot August evening, you see that your car’s gas tank is running low. You have no idea where you are, it’s been open road for miles now. You see something in the distant. You sigh in relief as it comes into sight. Once you get closer you can clearly see it’s a gas station. You thank God for your luck. After putting the car in park and walking inside you feel something is off. Everyone seems to eye you. It makes you incredibly uncomfortable. Inside the shop is a bit dirty. You see home homemade jerky, jams, and meats. You pick out a couple of minuscule things and head towards the counter. An old woman reading a magazine is sitting on a stool. As you approach she looks up from her reading. She has messy gray hair tied back into a bun. Pointed glasses that she adjusts on her nose to see you better.