text: Soon, you find yourself following the angry bees. They lead you out of town and into a nearby field where you see people yelling a someone that is on his back. They seem to be angry with the fallen man.
  
  You run up to a nearby tree and take a closer look. Crouching behind the tree, you are  hidden behind some tall sage brush.
  
  There is a black man on his back and tied to a fallen tree trunk. Most of the men and women surrounding him are wearing old 18th century clothes. One lady in a large bonet screams at the man calling him racial and vulgar words. Another man with a pitchfork steps on the black man's hand and motions for a large knife a child of of maybe...14 is holding.
  
  Pulling your gun from the back of your pants you try to listen to what the people are saying. You cock it and wait .
  
  You can't quite make out the victim's face but an overwhelming sadness fills your heart.
  
  AAAAHHHHHH!!!
  
  The black man screams in horror and pain as the man with the large knife begins hacking off his right arm. Blood begins to run from his hand.
  
  A young woman next to the old lady in the large bonet begins to cry uncontrollably as the others laugh and chant out the words: Candyman...Candyman....Candyman...
  
  The boy who once held the knife begins pouring a golden substance that you instantly notice as honey over the black man's body and the bees begin to buzz. The buzzing seems to be coming from your brain.
  
  "Give me my bride!!!!"
  
  The sun is fully over the horizon now. You raise the gun to shoot....but who.
  
  You could put the black man out of his misery...or...shoot at the crowd.
  
   
  > You shoot at the crying young woman.
  Your aim is true. The bullet enters the neck of the crying woman and she falls on top of the victim now covered in bees. She begins touching the man's face and shoulders and soon her head falls lifelessly on top of his. The mob is in awe of what just happened.
  
  Soon, the bees consume the mob and slowly both the woman and the man get to their feet. Hand in hand they motion toward you. The buzzing becomes louder as both the woman and man embrace, bees consuming their bodies.
  
  "Thank you." the woman says. It seems to whispered into your heart. You feel a great joy and relief for the couple.
  
  Happiness overcomes you and you settle down next to the tree. Soon you drift to sleep in a deep relaxing slumber.
  
  You awaken in your truck. It's parked in front of a sign on the side of a dusty old road. It reads: Goblin Valley 5 miles ahead. 
  
  "Wow, what a dream." you think as you fumble in your pockets for your keys. Instead you find an old pocketwatch. You open it and find the sketch of the two you saw in your dream. The happiness warms your heart as you find the keys in the ashtray of your truck. You head on to Goblin Valley and to see your uncle...
  
  It's getting dark and you got to get moving.