#Chapter12

Dan walked into the gloomy shady building with chicken feet and bones hanging at the entrance. People with white paint on their faces blocked him from entering with serious looks, harassing him.

“Let me pass.” He demanded. One of them held out a knife to his throat.

“You are not welcome here.” The man said holding the knife.

“You will be eating that knife in a couple of minutes.” The man placed the knife closer to his throat, but Dan never moved.

“Let him pass.” A Cajun accent yelled above the rest. Dan stared intensely at the man with the knife in his hands, taunting him as he walked...