I would like ... if I may ... to take you on a strange journey.

It seemed a fairly ordinary night when Brad Majors, and his fiancee Janet Weiss, two young, normal, healthy kids, left Denton that late November evening, to visit a Dr. Everett Scott, ex-tutor, now friend to both of them.

It's true there were dark storm clouds. Heavy, black, and pendulous, toward which they were driving. It's true, also, that the spare tire they were carrying was badly in need of some air, but, uh, they being normal kids, on a night out...

Well, they weren't going to let a storm spoil the rest of their evening, were they? On a night out...

It was a night out they were going to remember... for a very long time.
 
I had a prof named denton. Most educated hick ever to come out of Boone, NC.

Those are his words not mine.

He worked on both the military and civillian side of the old "Be All You Can Be" army campaign.


Very smart guy but also very prone to rambling on about how church went during monday morning classes.

He was strange.
 
Janet Gosh, that's the third motorcycle that's passes us. They sure do take their lives in their hands, what with the weather and all.

Brad Yes, life's pretty cheap to that type.

Janet Oh. ...What's the matter, Brad darling?

Brad We must have taken the wrong fork a few miles back.

Janet Oh, but where did those motorcycles come from?

Brad Hmmm... well I guess we'll just have to turn back.

Janet Oh! What was that bang?

Brad We must have a blowout. DAMMIT! I knew I should have gotten that spare tire fixed. Well, you just stay here and keep warm and I'll go for help.

Janet But where will you go in the middle of nowhere?

Brad ...Didn't we pass a castle back down the road a few miles? Maybe they have a telephone we could use.

Janet I'm going with you.

Brad Oh, no, darling, there's no sense in both of us getting wet.

Janet I'm coming with you! Besides darling, the owner of that phone might be a beautiful woman and you might never come back.

Brad Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey.
 
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