Introduction
Encountering some engine trouble, I took my car to an auto repair garage. I picked up a magazine in the waiting room and began to read it aloud to myself, a bad habit that tends to pop up, only to realise too late that it was actually the Necronomicon in disguise. The sky grew overcast and the streets became filled with denizens of evil, who immediately raid a local gun store. Overcome with guilt, I took to the street and bought a slingshot off a Trick or Treater to fix this problem.
