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The bottle shatters over the cowboy's face making him stagger backward. He attempts to regain his balance and is met by a swift kick in the stomach.

The man let's out a yell and falls on his back not moving. You slowly work your way toward his face unable to comprehend why this man has no eyes...just empty holes. Blood trickles down his face.

You notice a pronounced chin on the man and think he looks a little like John Travolta. 

Leaving the saloon, you are met by a swarm of angry bees. They begin buzzing around you. You soon feel very sleepy. You begin hearing a ticking noise inside your brain.

"A watch...."

You if you don't have the pocket watch...

The bees continue to buzz around you relentlessly. You decide to run out into the main road in hopes the bees won't follow.

You run out into the road and right into someone standing in front of the sheriff's building. You get knocked off your feet with the sun glaring down on you.

When your eyes focus, you make out the sillohuette of a medium sized man wearing a cowboy hat looking down at you. He blocks the sun from your eyes and extends an arm out to help you back up.

"Man, I'm allergic to bees." you say with a chuckle.

The man helps you up to your feet and he offers you a seat inside the sheriff's building.

The man is wearing a light tan police uniform. He is about your height and weight but considerably older. He looks at you and smiles exposing a gap between his two front teeth. He turns and unlocks the door and motions you in.

Soon you both are sitting and enjoying a couple of bottles of cold "Crush" orange sodas.

"What brings you here?" he asks as he takes a long drink of his beverage.

You was hitchhiking and was dropped off here...

The man smiles and offers you another frosty crush from his buzzing freezer.

Soon he is on a CB radio and states he is escorting you to your grandfather's house since "it's something to do." he states

You and the sherriff drink beverages and drive out of Gold Flake. You relate the crazy story of how you ended up here and he just laughs and drives on.

Soon you are at your grandfather's house. He and long lost relatives are happy to see you and relates old memories of times past.

Your grandfather leaves you the old mansion and you end up moving in.

All is well.

~THE END~

You reached the "quick and painless" ending. No movie relation to this ending. Go back and try again.
As you walk down the dusty hallway, you notice a staircase to a floor with doors down one side of the wall. This must be a hotel as well....ah....sleep sounds good right about now.

Suddenly, a crash is heard and a man rushes out of one of the rooms. He is wearing a cowboy hat and a long dusty trenchcoat.

The man is stocky and tall and seems to be missing one major detail....his eyes.

The man looks down on you and points his hand at you sneering. Fire seems to fill the black holes for eye sockets. He jumps down from of the second floor railing and lands on his feet right in front of you.

What will you do....?

You if not...

The cowboy with no eyes clenches your neck with a grip like a vice. You beat on his chest but to no avail. He will not let go.

Soon...you black out.
Using the butt of the rifle, you swing it at the creature's face, connecting with it's nose. Black ooze spatters out of it's nostrils and onto the gun and wall behind you. It makes a low grunting noise and falls back into a near corner of the room.

A look of painful surprise crosses it's face as it makes for the hallway and back into the diner.

Quickly, you undo the safety switch on the rifle you just used for a bat, aim at the creature's backside, and pull the trigger.

Instantly, the creature drops to the ground, the bullet penetrating his spine. Raising the gun toward the creature's head, you pop another one for good measure entering his skull. Black ooze begins to pour out of the wounds you made.

Just when you are about to pull out your cell phone and take a couple of pics of your prize kill, the heavy set woman enters the room. You seem to have forgotten all about her and her awesome chili during the commotion.

"Thank you" "Thank you...."

You stare at her as she approaches you with arms outstretched as if to give you a big hug.

Thank you....

You put a bullet in her brain...

The kick of the rifle causes the bullet to enter the woman's neck just above her right clavacle spraying warm blood in your face.

Your arms begin to fatigue and you drop the gun. Blood spurts from the large triple chins as she grasps at her throat as if to stop the bleeding.

It seems to take her forever to die as you watch her stumble around and scream not noticing the 2 gunman that were outside enter the room.

"NOOOOOO!" cries a large framed man with a camoflauged hat and a burly blonde beard. The other man is skinny, red hair in a military haircut and wears a sherrif's badge on his uniform.

The bigger man runs over to the dying body of the chili lady and begin's consoling her.

"That was his sister." states the sheriff. "

The sheriff slowly walks over to the creature at the end of the hall.

"This was the last of the goblin's and it had taken her hostage two nights ago to breed with her."

"We had a stand off these past few hours once we pinpointed her whereabouts." he says.

"I guess an autopsy will tell us if you murdered an innocent woman or did her a service." he continues.

 "For right now I am taking you into custody."

 
THE END

You reached the "Gargoyles" ending.
You notice a narrow hallway just past the restroom on your right. It is very dark so you flick the switch next to an old wooden coat rack nailed to the wall.

Florescent lights flicker on revealing a large room at the end of the hall. The door to the room is propped open and you can see inside. Large boxes marked ammo are stacked 3 high. and a large gun rack sits against the far wall. There are 8 or 9 rifles in the rack.

You hit the restroom

It feels so great to release your bowels after such a great meal... AAAAAAHHHHHHH.

"I need to get to one of those guns in the back room just in case whoever was shooting at me earlier makes there way past the old man and into the diner." you think.
Slowly opening the menu, you find a small scrap of paper with something written in pencil. It reads:

KIDNAPPED

PLEASE HELP

You close the menu and look around. The woman is staring at you with a terrified look from behind the kitchen swing door. She disappears as the old man looks at you and then toward the kitchen doors.

"What the heck is going on?" you think.

If this old man is holding an obese woman against her will, I've got to do something....right?

You make a run for it.

Quick as you can, you slide out the booth and bust open the front door. The only thing you can think of is try to make it back to your truck.

Bam...Bam...

Again with the shooting... only this time a bullet finds you. A searing pain erupts as the bullet imbeds itself in your left leg. You stumble and fall to the ground.

Two more bullets soon make their way to your brain...

 
~THE END~

You reached the " Hills Have Eyes" ending.
The diner seems quaint and in decent shape for being out in the middle of nowhere. The old man steps behind the cashier counter and pulls out a double barrell shotgun from behind it and begins loading it.

His face is stern and weathered. It seems he has seen battle in his lifetime, you can't quite tell if it has been WW2 or Vietnam. The man screams out something you can't understand and a woman of about the same age appears from behind a set of doors.

She is morbidly obese and has a huge apron on with spurts of food and liquid stained from use.

"Get this man something to eat." the old man bellows and the woman dissapears behind the double doors. She returns with a large bowl of chili and some saltines. The food opens up your oifactory senses as she sets it at the table in front of you.

Dropping the flashlight  beside you on the seat you sit down and start to open the crackers. The chili smells great but what if you would prefer something else. Should you ask for a menu instead or enjoy their hospitality and chow down.

"Well eat up boy." states the old man. "It's on the house."

He walks around the counter and begins looking out the glass doors of the diner. Looking for a shooter perhaps.

"Why was someone shooting at me?" you ask.

"Eat now and questions later." says the man looking out into the moonlight.

The woman begins to go back to the kitchen but asks you if you like a soda before leaving.

You eat the chili

You never had chili so good. The woman sits behind the counter watching you eat every spoonful.

"Was it good?" she asks...almost giggling.

"Oh yeah." you respond with a huge BELCH!!!!

Your stomach starts to rumble and you find yourself in need of the toilet.

As if reading your mind, the lady motions to a sign in the back corner or the room that reads:

RESTROOMS

You mouth the words "Thank You" to her and dash for the restroom.
The diner seems quaint and in decent shape for being out in the middle of nowhere. The old man steps behind the cashier counter and pulls out a double barrell shotgun from behind it and begins loading it.

His face is stern and weathered. It seems he has seen battle in his lifetime, you can't quite tell if it has been WW2 or Vietnam. The man screams out something you can't understand and a woman of about the same age appears from behind a set of doors.

She is morbidly obese and has a huge apron on with spurts of food and liquid stained from use.

"Get this man something to eat." the old man bellows and the woman dissapears behind the double doors. She returns with a large bowl of chili and some saltines. The food opens up your oifactory senses as she sets it at the table in front of you.

Dropping the flashlight  beside you on the seat you sit down and start to open the crackers. The chili smells great but what if you would prefer something else. Should you ask for a menu instead or enjoy their hospitality and chow down.

"Well eat up boy." states the old man. "It's on the house."

He walks around the counter and begins looking out the glass doors of the diner. Looking for a shooter perhaps.

"Why was someone shooting at me?" you ask.

"Eat now and questions later." says the man looking out into the moonlight.

The woman begins to go back to the kitchen but asks you if you like a soda before leaving.

You demand an answer from the old man

"Who is shooting at me...do you know?"

The old man looks in your direction and gives you a strange glance. He quickly moves away from the door and disappears down a hall in the back of the diner marked "Restrooms."

Maybe it was the outside light of the flashing "Captain Trips Diner" sign but something did'nt look quite right in the old man's eyes.

Now is your chance to run but risk getting shot outside. You grab your flashlight and hold it under the table.

"Maybe I can whack him with this when he is not looking." you think.
The diner seems quaint and in decent shape for being out in the middle of nowhere. The old man steps behind the cashier counter and pulls out a double barrell shotgun from behind it and begins loading it.

His face is stern and weathered. It seems he has seen battle in his lifetime, you can't quite tell if it has been WW2 or Vietnam. The man screams out something you can't understand and a woman of about the same age appears from behind a set of doors.

She is morbidly obese and has a huge apron on with spurts of food and liquid stained from use.

"Get this man something to eat." the old man bellows and the woman dissapears behind the double doors. She returns with a large bowl of chili and some saltines. The food opens up your oifactory senses as she sets it at the table in front of you.

Dropping the flashlight  beside you on the seat you sit down and start to open the crackers. The chili smells great but what if you would prefer something else. Should you ask for a menu instead or enjoy their hospitality and chow down.

"Well eat up boy." states the old man. "It's on the house."

He walks around the counter and begins looking out the glass doors of the diner. Looking for a shooter perhaps.

"Why was someone shooting at me?" you ask.

"Eat now and questions later." says the man looking out into the moonlight.

The woman begins to go back to the kitchen but asks you if you like a soda before leaving.

You accept the soda

"Yes, ma'am." you say.

"I'm parched and would love a soda right about now."

The woman gives you a nice smile and disappears behind the doors. The old man begins pacing in front of the doorway mumbling something under his breath.

The bowl of chili looks really good but would go better with a tall glass of your favorite cola. The woman returns with a large pitcher of ice and fizzy soda. She sets down a red 32oz. glass with Coca-Cola inscribed on the side and fills the glass with soda.

You flash her a quick glance of acceptance and swallow the whole thing down. Even small bits of ice slide by tickling your throat.

You slam down the glass and the lady begins laughing in appreciation.

"I love a man with an appetite." she says with a chuckle.

Having said that, you dig into the chili. It is darker and thicker than any you have ever had before. The saltines seem to disappear in the bowl as you shovel spoonful after spoonful into your mouth.

Soon the bowl and the pitcher are both empty and you feel great.

The man grabs his flanel jacket from of a coat rack by the door and goes outside in front of the diner. Swinging the shotgun in the air he screams out something you don't understand.

"Must be some foreign language" you think.

You scan the room for a phone but find nothing.

The diner lady begins to laugh at the old man and walks toward the kitchen entrance. The old man retunrs with a frown on his face and looks toward you. He sets the gun back behind the counter and sits down on the other side of the table you are sitting at and puts his face in his hands as if exhausted.

You can hear the buzzing of the large neon sign out front.
Reaching into the glove box of your truck, you grab your 6 D cell MAG flashlight.

"This could double as a weapon." you think to yourself as you start down the gravel road toward the light.

Time goes by and you can make out a neon sign flickering on and off in the distance. It starts to get colder by the minute and your jacket doesn't quite keep you as warm as you want to be.

" This is truning out to be more than I bargained for." you say in a whisper.

Suddenly a CRACK echoes in the distance and something whizzes by your face. You drop to the ground behind one of the rock formations. CRACK....CRACK....something imbeds itself deep into the formation you are hiding behind.

Is someone shooting at me?

CRACK...

The noise seems to be coming from a far distance but definitiely directed at you.

What do you do...

You shine the flashlight at the direction of the noise

You hide behind one of the earthy mounds and shine the flashlight in the direction the bullets seem to be coming from.

There seems to be some nearby hills and ....something just moved. You dust off dirt from the mound that poured onto your shirt and lap and settle back behind the mound. You attempt to flash the light in the same direction but....the mound begins to move...again.

Backing away...you hear a distant cry.

"Get outta there!!!!"

You look over in the direction of the distant light and see a man yelling and waving at you.

Bam....Bam...

Bullets whiz by you as you make your way toward the man. As you do, the earth seems to rumble and fall out from underneath you.

You fall back into a small hole. The mound you once hid behind begins rumbling toward your direction.

Bullets ricochet off the mound making it rumble even more. A strange noise eminates from it sounding like a shreik. It echoes in the night sky.

You try to make your way toward the man

You run as fast as you can, bullets whizzing past you. Getting closer, you see the man is standing in front of a small building. A giant neon sign flashes brightly and the old man beckons you inside.

The sign reads "Captian Trips Diner."

As you stumble through the door a bullet bounces of the large sign causing sparks as some of the light bulbs go out.

The room is full of booths and a counter with spinning seats just like an old 50's diner.

" Go catch your breath." the old mans bellows and motions you toward a corner booth.

Soon your heart trate slows to normal and your breathing is not so fast and heavy.

"Time for some chili." states the old man. "It's the best in the west!!"
You hide behind one of the earthy mounds and shine the flashlight in the direction the bullets seem to be coming from.

There seems to be some nearby hills and ....something just moved. You dust off dirt from the mound that poured onto your shirt and lap and settle back behind the mound. You attempt to flash the light in the same direction but....the mound begins to move...again.

Backing away...you hear a distant cry.

"Get outta there!!!!"

You look over in the direction of the distant light and see a man yelling and waving at you.

Bam....Bam...

Bullets whiz by you as you make your way toward the man. As you do, the earth seems to rumble and fall out from underneath you.

You fall back into a small hole. The mound you once hid behind begins rumbling toward your direction.

Bullets ricochet off the mound making it rumble even more. A strange noise eminates from it sounding like a shreik. It echoes in the night sky.

You try to make it back to the truck

You try to work your way out of the hole but it seems impossible. All of the earth around you is moving and swirling as if alive. Soon you are unable to reach the top of the hole as the mound moves over you... filling the hole.

You are crushed.

 
~THE END~

You have reached the "Gargoyles" ending.
Closing the car door behind you, you get a big whiff of smoke. It's very dark inside the large car but you make out the silhouette of the driver smoking a cigarette or something.

"You shouldn't be out here." the driver states in a "matter of fact" tone.

"Goblin Valley is not safe at night." he says. "You know how it got it's name?"

You stop to ponder this man's motives. He hasn't even stopped to introduce himself or anything. I guess beggars can't be choosers.

You shake your head "NO."

"The legend of Goblin Valley dates back to the 50's where some archeologists found fossilized bones in some caves out here." " They were said to be those of gargoyles."

A laugh escapes your lips and you pucker up real quick to stop anymore from coming out.

"I'm not kidding." says the mysterious driver aounding a little angry at you.

" It was said that at night they would fly around trying to find human females to breed with and then ... keep them in the caves until giving birth. This process would usually kill the female humans.

"Is this guy crazy." you think. Maybe he just likes scaring hitchhikers he picks up out here.

You ask to get out of the car.

"Let me out of the car!" you demand.

Although it's dark in the car and you can't see the man's face, you know he is looking at you. After a quick pause he says "I'm not slowing down 'til I get to Gold Flake."

The man guns the engine and soon your way past Goblin Valley toward the town of Gold Flake.
Driving on the gravel seems to wake you out a lull that you seem to have been in. The rocks kick and ding against your truck making this road a bit louder to drive on. Every now and then you hit a pothole or have to go around one of those rock mounds you seem to be surrounded by.

A very large hole on the right comes into view and you swing your steering wheel left coming into contact with a rock formation. You strike  the mound almost head on throwing you forward and the seat belt jerking you back but not before your head strikes the dashboard making your vision blur momentarily.

A low, gutteral sound comes from somewhere close by... almost like a shriek.

All goes quiet...

Your head begins to throb as you try to get out your truck. The door is wedged into the side of the what is left of the rock formation. You feel a cold substance dripping down your left arm.

"Oh, no...Am I bleeding?" you think.

Slipping to the passenger side you make your way out of the truck.

You stagger over to the front and find the headlamps are still working but the engine is now off. You notice a black substance spattered against the side of the truck. It looks like oil.

The last thing in the world you need now is no transportation.

Off in the near distance is the flashing light still beckoning you to come hither.

You have no choice...well, you could go back to the main road and try hitchhiking with the first car that comes by...which might never happen.

"Hey, what about my cell phone...Yeah, I got triple A." you think.

You try your cell phone.

Just like in the movies.

No signal.

All you can do is go back to the main road or travel further up the gravel road and check out the flashing light.
Upon passing the drivers side of the mini-van, you hear a muffled, high pitched squeal followed by some rumbling. The red van begins to shake a little and then comes to a stop.

The windows are tinted but, at closer look, it seems you can make out a hunched over figure sitting in the back.

The rumbling starts again followed by some grunting.

"What could be going on in there?" you think to yourself.

You continue on into the mini-mart?

"I'm not getting involved." you think as you open the door to the mart.

You slowly look around inside and nod "Hi." to the attendant behind the counter. He is an older man in his mid 30's and heavily tattooed with fading images of half naked ladies and a rose with what used to be a dagger but now looks like an ugly bruise on his forearm. Tattooed flames come up from the left side of his neck although most of the tattoo is hidden under his work shirt.

The attendant quickly waves and then points his attention back to the couple in the candy aisle. A man and a woman are huddled around each other. They seem to be attempting to shop lift and doing a poor job of it.

The attendant is about ready to call their bluff just as you walked in...or so it seems.

You watch as the attendant pulls a sawed off shot gun from behind the counter and point it at your head.

"Get with the others." he says very clamly.

Without hesitation, you walk over and stand in the candy aisle with the couple. At closer look, you notice the woman carrying an infant and the man attempting to keep it calm.

"I just came in here to ask about the gas...because my truck is..." you start to say.

"Does it look like I care what you need?" the attendant bellows. "I'm waiting for my partner and then we get the heck out of here!!"

You keep your eye on the shotgun.

Seeing the shotgun reminds you of the a murder spree that has gone on for the past month.

Apperantly, there are three men that escaped prison and are taking hostages and killing anyone that gets in their way. You've been reading about it in the paper.


Looking down beside the counter you spot newspaper rack. You notice the attendant's ugly mug all over the front page. it reads "TWO ESCAPED CONVICTS KILL 3 ON ROUTE 666!"

At closer look, you spot YOUR FACE and those of the unfortunate couple you are with.

"Lets go." says the partner as he comes out from the back room zipping up his fly.

"Let's grab some "Hot Pockets" and some beer...oh and maybe some candy for the kid tied up in the van." We got to get to the "Titty Twister Bar" by sun up."

"Everybody be cool...." says the tattooed guy as he takes off the attendant's vest and throws it down behind the counter...with the real attendant's body.

"...I just did'nt want you to miss the Splatter Show."

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!


THE END

You reached a  "DUSK TIL DAWN" ending.