You sit over at the bar reading the menu, you notice that the two woman who were pushing something enter and sit at booth, the fill both bench seats easily.
After a quick look at the basic pub menu you decide the food at the motel would probably be better. Leaving you again look at the two women, and decide that they'll be eating for at least a couple of hours. More than enough time to check out the house.
You slip out of the pub and head up to the house on the hill. It's a simple two story house and looks fairly empty walking up the front door, you glance up to the power meter which isn't moving. You try to the handle but it's locked as you'd expect, using your credit card you open the locked door and slip inside,
You stop and listen for any people and upon hearing nothing, you wander to the kitchen and open the cellar door, walking down the creaking stairs, you pull the light cord which lights up the dim room. You notice the concrete ramp leading to the cellar entrance.
You then notice the the large beanbag, in a bit of a duh moment you realize that it was what the two women were rolling, you pull the sheet off
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