Bad Stuff

Harley watched as the coffee shop began to melt. He should have been surprised like normal folks, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even know where to rank it on the list of things he thought of as the bad stuff. Ever since that Gwoop-Thing arrived from God-knows-where, the little central Pennsylvania town of Colton seemed to be auditioning for a place in the weirdness hall of fame. Formerly mild-mannered people had become vicious. Colton’s citizens were beginning to panic after a few really bizarre and unexplainable deaths and turned to each other for comfort. Harley wasn’t panicked and had no need for comforting words…or any words, for that matter. He that he was equal to whatever task the entity brought his way. He believed that his life to this point had only been practice for his meeting with the Gwoop and he was ready. Bring it on.