The Red Pancho Of Death

Even with my eyes still closed, I could tell I was no longer in my bedroom. The comfortable smell of quilts around my face had been replaced by harsh scent of chemicals.The metal folding chair matched the harshness of the air by digging into my back. It felt like I had been sitting long time. My legs felt nearly asleep. I had no idea where I was. Suddenly, I heard the familiar clicking of knitting needles and instantly realized that could only mean one thing…..that I had been kidnapped by an underground animal-mask wearing cult who hold bizarre rituals that involve ingesting hallucinogenic drugs and force their victims to wear hideous panchos they make.

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