Welcome to Jeschester, Washington! We're a small town, don't get a lot of visitors, if you know what I'm saying. Glad to see you.Not many people have heard of us unless they're stopping in for a bit. They usually leave the next day, those lucky bastards. Some of us stay here for good, but were no normal town. We have that one gas-station, one super-market, one important-place of all sorts. Our inn here, it's called Midnight Central, but we all call it the Midnight. The Midnight takes people in for one night, for 364 nights, or even more. But it's far off, somewhere branching off the main road. No it's not in a creepy forest, but it stands on a hill. Many say it's over a cemetery, but us towns-folk are 98.99% sure that their wrong. Anyhoo, I'm straying off topic, 'ain't I? Lots of 'kids' come here to start a new life. It seems to attract them. They stay in the Midnight for a while, some even make it their permanent home, for a while anyway. They get jobs there and that's how they pay for their rooms. Waitresses and waiters, but they don't get much business. Somehow the inn stays open through thick and thin. But no one ever comes in or out of it, except those shady characters that deliver things. Sometimes they claim they don't even see them and 'parently they've come. It's odd. But there are a few legends 'round here. People claim they hear screams coming out of the Midnight. Not necessarily every night, they say, but every few days, weeks. They say it's a wretched screaming. None of us can get in there to know for sure, but they say every teenager that starts a life in the Midnight, never comes out. You think I'm kiddin? You go there and find out for yourself! Don't come crying to me when you get murdered. But a piece of advice for you, young fellow. Expect the unexpected.