Krystal had unpacked and changed into her khaki shorts, bluejean shirt and her hiking boots and set out to look for the town and pick up some groceries. She came upon it and it looked like any other small town, with the town square, a grocery store, a hardware store, a feed store, the local diner, the VFW, where she learned from the grocer, held bingo on Saturday night, the gas station, and the picture show, as the young male gas station attendant told her, movies were only two dollars, but you wern't likely to see any of those Brad Pitt or Steven Segal movies. They were probably still showing Bob Hope and Bing Crosby movies, she thought as she loaded up her supplies into the back of her Jeep Grande Cherokee.
Well, she thought as she took one last look around town, the people were friendly enough, but there was something about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It seemed that only certain ones talked to her. The grocery store owner talked to her but not one of the cashiers had uttered a word, they just looked down and avoided her, and the young man stocking canned goods had totally run away when she was about to ask him a question. The same with the gas attendant, he had talked but the other two attendants had steered clear of her. Perhaps they were very shy people, still there was something there she could feel that was strange and eerie.
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