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The twang of a guitar played softly through the clouded bar, nothing else but the occasional clinking glass or cough. You sat alone, silently nursing your drink and wondering what could have caused a rash so ugly on the bartender's face. It made you question even the cleanliness of his hands and you slowly pushed your glass away at the thought. You were tired, having worked all morning at the market and as an entertainer at the club outside of town. Very few people knew of your night-time gig, mostly because the people here preferred the whore house. You'd rather swing your sweaty body on a pole than be under the hick folk here, even if you

Nightmares It was dark, and the door creaked on it's hinges as it crept open. Ashton felt mild trepidation when he looked in on the imposing darkness still he felt drawn to it. So, he stepped inside. His footsteps were loud, invading the silence as he walked further in the door slammed shut behind him. "Hey!" He whipped around and ran back for the door, but he just kept running, the door was gone. "What the hell is this?!" A light appeared from behind him and the rumble and roar of engines reached his ears. "What the…" He dodged out of the way of the invisible car, the headlights zooming past him. "He's over here…" "This way.