Karl Greever was in town a while back, talking about some meteor that fell out on his property. Said he bet it was full of gold an' diamonds and he was going to get rich. We laughed, 'cause he was always full of big ideas that went nowhere. Nobody saw him around for a while then, so Pastor sent his boy up there with some food. He ran back saying old Greever looked green an' half-rotten, an' attacked him with a shovel! Even left his bicycle, but nobody wanted to go fetch it...
Heaven only knows what Cindy Jane got herself into. Maybe she touched somethin' unsavory out in the back woods, and got 'fected. Or maybe she got to readin' one of her great-grandpa's queer old books up in the attic. Whatever it was, she just ain't herself lately. Used to be such a chatterbox, an' now all she seems to do is gurgle. An' that arm of hers - never seen anything like it. Hope I never do again.
Both of these ghastly individuals are 28 mm "Mansions of Madness" figures.
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