Dead Dead Oxygen

Picture this:

Your borderline senile uncle drags you out to a lake on a dark, cold evening for some "fishing".

Around this time of year, dark magic is used more than any other time of year.

The spirits are restless - your ancestors too and the more malicious ones too.

Perhaps, the fishing excursion might ease the spiritual anxiety you claim to never feel because, surely, "it's not real"?

Besides, maybe "today is the day. The conditions are right", your uncle exclaims.

Maybe it is. Maybe it is the day you finally see "IT, and what it does at the bottom".

HOTEL TWENTY'S DEAD DEAD OXYGEN.