84: Anna
The darkness added to the snowstorm made the town seem even more eerie, Phillip almost drove past it if it wasn't for a single log cabin having it's lights on, he phoned Benson and got the precise address. When they parked the Jeep they had to run in in order to get out of the blistering cold, of course Phillip insisted on getting the bags out, especially the weapon loaded duffle bag. Inside the cabin the chunky fat man dropped in a chair in front of a fire place. Phillip shook his hand and sat down with Suzette. "Bad s**t got insane son, I'm telling you!" He blabbed through his fat lips and lit a cigar. "This f*****g place gives me the geepers, and I don't scare easy" "Whats happening?" "I'm not entirely sure, but it feels supernatural, ya know? Not real s**t, the wolves, the voice
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