This place is simply too weird, even for yourself P.P.I.. you do not want to enter the motel or the pasture, at least not immediately. Now you know what shaggy felt like in those Scooby doo movies. Any ways you decide to take a walk around town to see if anyone would spill the beans, in a sense. you start your walk around the town looking for clues and people to talk to, that's when you seen someone, about in their teens or early twenties, with a happy go lucky additude, a bright smile, and gleaming blue eyes, you decide to pull him aside, "Hey!" he said with a jump "don't touch me!" "I just wanted to talk to you," you replied "what is with your mood" "Oh, I am GOING to get a job here!" that was it, just another teen hoping to get their first job "I would doubt that, this place seems a little fancy for a first-timer don't you think?" you wisely replied, all your life you dreamed of being a P.I. but first you had to get some money for you first apartment, those were your teenage years, looking for work high and low while you were in college to learn to be a P.I. so you knew your fair share of 'how to get a job' "Of course I will," he insisted "I was recommended here by my friend, said they were ALWAYS short staffed and usually hired you THE MOMENT you submit your aplication." "by the way I'm Joe, Joe Jackson" he said as he held out his hand "Marcia Caldwell, Oh By the way, did you know anything about weird stuff going on around here?" you asked as you shook his hand "what kind of weird? like freak show at a carnival weird or aliens with heads where they're buts should be and buts where there heads should be that come down to earth to eat people's poop weird?" "Uhh, that's descriptive but I would probably say the second one." you wonder while he was so descriptive but shrug it off, besides you got bigger fish to fry. "Well nothing much, just a couple town legends, but every town has those right?" he says it more like a statement than a question "and what are those?"