Just the other night I heard a woman screaming at 2am. I guess her boyfriend was getting rough with her on the main street. I grabbed by bat and was about to go beat someone down until my family told me to call the police instead. Either it was my bat or my gun, that guy was lucky he didn't have to meet me.
Well, I sort of wish you had gone after the guy, but... I like your instincts!!! And, I guess that you're lucky your family persuaded you to call the cops. So is the guy you were going to go after.
For Grave Encounters... I'm Lance Preston.
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