"...You got some messed-up stories there, kid... how did you hear of them?" Lee leaned forward with a curious expression. Everyone in the living room was eager to find out where Roland had gotten these stories.
I wonder what their reactions would be if I told them those stories actually happened to me... well, a different version of me...
Roland chuckled to himself, then leaned back with a smug yet relaxed expression. "I got it from this drunk at a bar... he had quite an imagination," he finished with a shrug. He glanced over to Lee and then inquired, "Have you seen anything strange in those woods? You're in there all the time, so you should have seen something, right?"
Lee nodded slowly and then looked around with a worried expression. He took a few moments to himself in silence. The silence soon became uncomfortable. Dorothy then spoke.
