well aren t you just the aleister crowley of bad neighborhoods aren t you just the dark spirit of the liquor store feeling of foreboding overwhelming sense of dread a creeping headache transmissions from the dead you should have seen it coming some rocks should stay unturned you never should have moved you should have left them interred feeling of foreboding overwhelming sense of dread a creeping headache transmissions from the dead you should have gone off running warning signs were all too clear never should have made an offer should ve turned around in fear but here you are feeling of foreboding overwhelming sense of dread a creeping headache transmissions from the dead you should have left them interred