God. Imagine Lyle actually works up the nerve to USE Samβs spare key at midnight with the flimsy rationale of borrowing back the crossword book Sam βborrowedβ. And maybe grab a few pictures of Sam if he isnβt awake, because whatβs the harm in that!
But when the door swings open, he sees:
A feral-looking woman sleeping on the floor with a dog-sized rat curled up atop her stomach.
A man with a deranged smile arguing with a child made out of teeth about whether Honkoβs Grand Journey is βmidβ or not.
Cockroaches everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Thereβs so many.
Deafening music blasting from Samβs room not that Lyle knows which room is Samβ room or anything, haha, wouldnβt that be weird and creepy?!?
A little girl teaching a three eyed man how to make a paper fortune teller. He seems enraptured.
A towering, cloaked, inky black figure with a white mask that silently rotates in place to gaze at Lyle. Nobody in the room is paying it much mind and that just makes it creepier.
A trenchcoat full of cockroaches arguing with a titanic blue man about the validity of the five-second rule.
A scruffy, shawled man petting what appears to be a landmine made out of fingers.
A potted plant getting a beer out of the fridge.
Sam asleep on the couch in the middle of all this. Somehow.
A hulking figure in a hockey mask sitting at the foot of the same couch. They stare dead ahead, silent and unblinking.
Lyle sees no other option than slooooowly closing the door and backing away.
