Graveyard Alley

You walk down the road and come across an old abandoned truck next to a graveyard. Ravens and crows are making noises since you have come near. There is a sudden coldness to the air that wasn't there a moment ago yet there is no wind. "Hello!" you shout, but you only hear echoes of your own voice. "Graveyard Alley, what the hell were you thinking coming down this road" you thought. In the distance you can hear music, it seemed to be coming from a house further up the road. You continue to walk towards the house to investigate.

Barry's Blues Bar next to a graveyard, what could be the harm in that. Plus, maybe this Barry fellow could help me get my car started, or tell me where I was exactly. You go up the steps and enter the bar.

Blues music playing in the background, the bar was empty except the clown bartender and you......"Perfect" you thought, he was already pouring you a drink before you asked. "What great service"! I mean, he may be a clown, but who am I to judge. And so what if the bar is in the middle of nowhere by a graveyard. "First one's on the house!" said the clown. "Even better!" you replied. You park yourself on a barstool in front of the bar and suck back the whole drink. "You know what?.. it's been a hellava day" you slurred, already feeling the effects of that glass full of whiskey. "I bet!" said the clown. "Want another?" asked the clown. "Naah..I'm good" you said, remembering that you left your wallet back in your car. The clown clearly looked upset. "You know, when the bartender gives you a free drink you're supposed to feel obligated to at least pay for the next one". You try to explain that you would buy many, many drinks, but you left your wallet in your car. The clown wasn't convinced. "Oh sure! everybody always leaves their money behind before they come in here! There was some woman with glasses in here last week that pulled that same stunt!"  You look around the empty bar partially intoxicated and say, "Whose everybody Barry? There's nobody in here! I bet everyone in the graveyard is just dying to get in here!" The clown stood silently and stared at you for a long time and said in a monotone voice, "Barry was my father, and he is buried in that graveyard. I buried him there myself." There was a long awkward moment of silence. The clown reached slowly under the bar never stopping his stare at you, not even blinking once, he was pulling something out from under the the bar really slowly. It was a key. Not just any key, not a car key. Feeling quite drunk, you were going to ask the clown if it was the key to his heart but he interrupted before you could speak. "I really don't care for your demeanour, and I'll have to ask you to leave, I'm locking it up now." The clown had the bar key in his hand. He quickly came around the bar and grabbed you by the arm and kinda dragged you out the door. "Time to go!" The door is slammed behind you and can hear the door lock. Then the lights were out. "How rude you thought!". You stumble further down the road almost tripping on a bunch of junk strewn about the road muttering to yourself. Suddenly there is an awful stench and you hear groaning and grunting. You look up in horror....

What the hell is this? you thought. It was coming quickly towards you grunting and moaning. You looked down in a slight drunken state at the junk strewn on the road for something to use as a weapon. You reach down and pickup....

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