text: The bees continue to buzz around you relentlessly. You decide to run out into the main road in hopes the bees won't follow.
  
  You run out into the road and right into someone standing in front of the sheriff's building. You get knocked off your feet with the sun glaring down on you.
  
  When your eyes focus, you make out the sillohuette of a medium sized man wearing a cowboy hat looking down at you. He blocks the sun from your eyes and extends an arm out to help you back up.
  
  "Man, I'm allergic to bees." you say with a chuckle.
  
  The man helps you up to your feet and he offers you a seat inside the sheriff's building.
  
  The man is wearing a light tan police uniform. He is about your height and weight but considerably older. He looks at you and smiles exposing a gap between his two front teeth. He turns and unlocks the door and motions you in.
  
  Soon you both are sitting and enjoying a couple of bottles of cold "Crush" orange sodas.
  
  "What brings you here?" he asks as he takes a long drink of his beverage.
  > You you're enjoying this delicious beverage...duh!!
  The sheriff looks at you with a frown, the gap teeth dissapear behind his lips. He begins to fiddle with his sherriff's badge on his uniform. He pauses and begins to smile again.
  
  The room is very dusty and is split in half by a large desk. A book shelf runs across the back wall behind the desk and the sheriff and is filled with books...all caked with dust. You notice one is missing.
  
  the sheriff offers you another drink before you even finish the first. You are so thirsty you accept. He disappears behind a half door with a little table top attached and goes over to a loudly buzziing refrigerator.
  
  As he twists the caps off the bottles with a PSSSSSZZZ...he introduces you to a man standing behind you.
  
  You swing around off the chair and are met by another man. This man is a little younger than the sheriff. He wears a black cloak and is missing his eyes. He reaches out and touches your chest with his fingers. 
  
  You feel a blast of cold penetrate your chest and you pass out... 
  > You where are you\?
  You slowly come into consciousness. Your eyes are blurry but you can make out objects moving around you. You smell an incense burn like old wood. Your eyes fixate on someone standing over you. This person is not human but part animal. He looks half goat.
  
  "Have I been drugged?" you think.
  
  Long, dark horns twist out of the man's skull and hook around behind his human ears. His nose and teeth are of a goat. He wears a red robe and begins molding something out of clay with his human hands.
  
  You look around and see other cloaked figures dancing around you. You are the center of attention at this little get together. You try to move but are unable. Rough rope bind your arms and legs to what looks like a poorly made cross. You and the cross are hanging upside down.
  
  GROAAAN....
  
  A groan comes from next to you and you swing your neck around and see someone else in the same position you are in. This man looks much older than you are.
  
  The goat man seems to notice you are fully awake now and begins a maniacal laugh.
  > You what the heck is going on...
  The moaning man seems to be dying. He lays on his own wooden cross but wears a black cloak like those dancing around you. His eyes flicker open and you notice right away who this old man is. He is your grandfather!
  
  You scream for someone to help him but no one moves a muscle. At closer view, you notice all those in black hoods have no eyes. The goat man comes into your peripheral view and you turn your head to see.
  
  The goat man twists a wax figure over a strange bowl filled with a viscous, bubbly fluid. Screams seem to be eminating from the bowl. Large horns make up the lid and a pentagram is etched on the golden surface of the bowl.
  
  "Thanks for coming my boy....aaahhh ha ha....." whispers your uncle to you.
  
  "You are saving my life." he states as his eyes dissolve into black pits like the man you saw in the saloon.
  
  The goat man drops the figure into the bowl and a burning consumes your body. You scream in horror as the others lift the crucifix on its end and into a small hole in the ground. 
  
  Your last image you see is your uncle rising off of his crucifix. He looks a lot like you....wait...he is you now.
  
  ~THE END~
  
  You reached the "Devil's Rain" ending. 