[As it tends to do, local gossip has long since moved on to the next exciting thing, and
the 'dog' attack a while back is all but forgotten. After all the chaos and a ton of false sightings, the animal is presumed dead or gone or, more implicitly, now some other town's problem.
The full moon comes and goes.
Meanwhile,
the gym on the outskirts of town shutters. Maybe temporarily. Its schedule has been certainly sporadic ever since it opened, after all. So maybe it's a small miracle the place even kept its lights on as long as it did, especially with the owner completely MIA last month. But luck runs out eventually—school is back in session, and the pair of college kids on summer break that held down the front desk are gone. (Rumor has it they have yet to see a whole month's pay, too.) Now, the lights stay off, even upstairs, and the mail piles up at the door, most threateningly thick and stamped with angry red ink.
The trailer behind the gym is gone, leaving behind nothing more than a patch of dead grass, and later shows up in the commune camped out in the woods.]
[Newt P]look i know you never wanna hear from me again but [...] thanks. for yr help. and puttin up with me
[Cisco D]yall got rv hookups out here somewhere
[Public][Anonymous.] motorcycle 4 sale. harley '91 fatboy w newer evo motor and lotta custom work
msg for pics make an offer