Arthur followed the old woman up the stairs. He chuckled as he thought of all the bad horror shows that started like this. City folk come to a rural town, find a place to stay in an out of the way building and during the night someone begins killing them, one by one, in the most horrifying ways. That thought ran out as he got to the top landing. Smiling at his host, he went into the room she indicated and set his bag down.<br/><br/>"Thank you, ma'am," he said softly. "If you don't mind, I need to lay down for a bit. Being broke is tiring work. I'll be happy to get to those chores in an hour, if that is alright with you."