Sometimes, things just happen at night. Perhaps it's a bit of the third eye popping open at an inopportune time or something. Anyway, I was brushing my fangs at night and caught a mind's eye glimpse of a rather grotesque face. Now, that's usually a sign that something's up. That's especially so when the glimpse was that vivid. Then when I got back to my room and picked my handkerchief off the floor, it was covered in ants. Apparently, it picked up a potato chip that was swarming with the lil creatures. Creepy, perhaps. I've had worse when ants swarmed out of one of my containers a'la Stephen King.
Of course, it's the same sort of weirdness as having a drop of water fall on your lap when there was nothing on the ceiling, along with water dropping and falling in the shape of a rather interesting sign. Ah, the wonders of being where I am. heh. Of course, negotiation is much preferred to intimidation. Feeding off fear is one thing...but I feed off fear too. Doesn't work too well for some, does it?
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