"Sorry, where you sleeping?"
“Oh, I Was. But I was rudely interrupted. What the fuck?”
“No, no please resume. I’ll uh, try to be quieter? You won’t even know I’m here, I promise.”
“Nah uh. What the hell you doin’, Crispy?”
“I’m just…” Saul scratched his head, trying to remember exactly why he’d snuck in and started turning everything upside down. “Have you ever heard of Uhzkahk The Decaying One?”
“What the fuck? No. Never even heard of that shit.” There was a highly irritated tone in his voice.
Wait, was this even the right house? "Tall guy, lots of decaying flesh, only way to prevent him from stealing your skin is to turn all of your furniture upside down and paint the outside of the room in blood, not ringing any bells?"




















