The Night Of The Ghost and Goblins
James West and Artemus Gordon walked into another ghost town. Just outside of Washington. D.C. They would be shoulder to shoulder of the Anville town 30 miles from D.C.. Colonel Richmond had received word about a strange event happening. Throughout the entire eastern sea-board.
This small town having only 100 living in and around the town. They'd some what left or disappeared all together.
It's only a small community for where everyone knew each other. Know one knew what was going on including both the secret service agents, being asked to investigate just what had happened.
Looking around having left their horses on the outskirts of the town. It would be early morning for the middle of October. It'd almost reminded them of Halloween some what.
"Jim, what do you make of it?" With his revolver in hand just in case of trouble. But so far nothing.
Looking around further before saying a word to his partner. "I just don't know Artie. Lets check inside the saloon and sheriff's office. Maybe there might be some sort of a clue inside both places."
Moving slowly on foot. There would be mostly silence. Not even a noise from a bird normally would be flying over. Which was rather odd!
Otherwise what was not normal would be the temperatures. It was ten degrees higher then what's supposed to be for the time of this year.
"One thing. I could used a drink." Artemus says with looking up into the sky. "Nothing!"
Shaking his head for the moment. "I just might join you this time." James West however held one of the swinging brown doors opened for his partner following right behind him.
It would be some what of a complete mess. It was like an fight of some sorts had happened recently. All of the chairs were tumbled over on the floor. However the seats remained intact at the bar.
West decided to check out behind the bar on whether there would be any type of clues. Otherwise he's found the clean shot glasses. Along with any whiskey. What he'd found was the scotch only. Taking the two shot glasses and placing them on the bar for himself and his partner.
Artemus goes to look around further after taking the glass with him. He was taking stock of the strange situation. Both agents were feeling the frustrations from traveling after getting off the Wanderer.
Leaving Winoma and Susan behind after having the baby boy in the hospital. Even though he really didn't want to leave her side. But he'd no choice on the matter. With everyone else busy with different assignments.
Jim West took a sip of the scotch before making some what of a face from the taste. "Most strange." He would say reluctantly sipping it.
Artemus turned around to face him. "Something wrong with the scotch?"
"Yeah. It doesn't taste like scotch. Or is it just my imagination?; It tastes like something else. I just can't seem to put my finger on it Artemus." Placing the shot glass back on the counter for now.
"It's all in your mind Jim. It tastes all right to me." Artemus returned back to the counter and placed it back to pour himself another.
Before hearing some strange noise coming from upstairs_
