My mother and I were driving around in the woods. She was driving - it was her old volvo. She stopped the car for no real good reason and we got out. Behind a curtain of leaves was this huge pile of thousands of grapes in all sizes and colors. I looked up from th egrapes and found myself in New Hampshire at a lake near my grandparent's house. A rowboat landed and a strange looking man got out. He had a muscular body but his head was tiny, kind of like a guy with a shrunken head, only slightly pointed on top. His mouth was full of sharp needle-like teeth and he was weilding a kukri knife. As he attacked me I had no choice but to defend myself with my dagger. (I don't know where it came from) Eventually I managed to disarm the pinhead in such a way that his knife was lodged in his shoulder. A dark man in a black suit who had been watching the whole time took hold of the kukri's handle and with a quick flick of his wrist, cut off the pinhead's, well, pin head. I looked at the still standing body and noticed that the inside of the neck was ringed with small circular bones.
|It looked kind of like this from the top.|