Three hours of walking later, the sky starts to get dark with the moon coming out at 6:30 and starts to be much cooler than today and Lincoln and Clyde are tired and cold from the walking and cold weather.

"Aw man, Lincoln. I'm tired of all of this walking and it's getting very chilly out here. How about we stop somewhere to eat, stay for the night at a motel, and continue walking tomorrow morning?" Clyde asks weakly.

"You're right, Clyde. Let's just stop somewhere right now to eat and rest and continue tomorrow morning."

"Alright, but where?"

Lincoln spots a sign that leads to a small town in Romania called "Little Romania".

"Hey, Clyde, how about we stop right here. Looks OK, doesn't it?"

"Sure. Let's just hope it will be worth stopping here for rest."

As they entered the town, they thought it was like one of the villages in Romania during the 19th Century, but empty like a ghost town.

As they were walking to see where to eat, they spot a place where it was a pub-like bar that looked a quick place to eat.

"Hey, Lincoln. Check this place out."

"The Bloody Steak?"

"Yup. Has a weird logo, though. What do you think it represents?"

Lincoln looked at the logo as it was a dead bat with two bloody stakes in his chest like it was a vampire creature that had to be killed for good.

"I actually have no idea. Let's go in before we starve and freeze like hell."

"You got that right," Clyde agreed.

As they opened the door, they saw that there were about 10 to 20 people (old and young) playing darts or pool, talking, and/or drinking, stopped as they were looking at them a bit angry and curiously, like they were total strangers who arrived at a town like in a Western flick.

"Uh, don't mind us, guys. We just want to come in for warmth and something to help ourselves not to be starved," Clyde said nervously.

"Aren't you kids too young to be drinking alcohol and beer or be at a place like this?" said the owner of the bar curiously, who was a 38-year-old woman with black hair and dressed like she was going to prom.

"Of course, we know we're too young to be drinking. We just want to have something to eat and have some warmth at a time like this," Lincoln explained nervously.

"OK," 'Alright," 'Good enough," said the people in the bar who became calm after hearing what Lincoln had explained to them continuing their activities.

Lincoln and Clyde had taken off their backpacks and placed them on the floor and sat down at a table to wait for someone to take their orders.

"Hi, kids. My name is Ramona. I'll be your waitress today. We can I get you for?" said the waitress.

"Hello, um can we please have some hot soup?" Clyde asked.

"No."

"Do you have any hot chocolate?" Lincoln asked.

"No."

"How about hot milk?" Clyde asked again.

"If it's something hot you want for you kids, we have tea, fish and chips, and coffee. Most of the food we have in here is something you would see in a pub."

"Then you have them."

"No."

"Oh."

"But I can make them for you two, if you two like."

"Oh, yes, please," Lincoln and Clyde said in unison.

"But I'll have a hot coffee and my friend wants a hot tea and some fish and chips for the both of us," Lincoln told the waitress.

The waitress had walked off to give the cooks their order in kitchen.

"Weird place, huh, Clyde?" Lincoln told him.

"Yeah, but if you thought this place is weird, take a look at that wall."

Clyde points to a wall with a wooden cross with a pot of holy water under it and candles burning between the pot.

"What the hell is that?" Lincoln wondered.

"It's a wooden cross used to repel monsters like vampires. People in vampire movies like Peter Cushing did that in the British Dracula movies when fighting against Dracula and his vampire soldiers," Clyde whispered.

The waitress came back to drop off the food and drinks that they had ordered for them to enjoy.

"Here you go, boys. Eat up."

"Thank you, miss," Lincoln and Clyde said in unison.

"You're welcome," as the waitress starts to leave them alone to enjoy.

Lincoln and Clyde started to drink their hot drinks as they were relieved that they were warm with joy.

"So do you think that the owners are Christian or doing some religious act?" Lincoln wondered.

"Maybe we should ask one of them," Clyde said.

"Why don't you ask the person?"

"You ask them."

"No, you ask them."

"Why would I ask them? These people look scary and strange to talk to."

"I feel that way too."

"Rock paper scissors on who asks them?"

They do the game as Clyde loses as he chooses paper, while Lincoln chooses scissors, leading to ask one of them.

As the people were doing their own thing, Clyde asks to the people, "Hey, excuse me, can any of you guys please tell us what's that cross on the wall for?"

They all stopped as Clyde asked that question to them, with their eyes looking at them furiously and hostile, with Lincoln and Clyde looking at them with nervous feelings.

"How dare you ask that question. It's very forbidden to ask that to us, especially around meddling people," said one of the darts players angrily.

"Oh. Sorry," Clyde said scared.

"Hey, Clyde, I think we should better go now," Lincoln said frightened.

"But we have eaten our food yet. And we need to pay."

"No need. We'll take care of that for you two," said one of the customers angrily.

"OK. Clyde, let's go."

Clyde and Lincoln had put on their backpacks ready to leave.

"Wait! You can't just leave them kids out there in the dark," said the waitress worried.

"Go. Follow the road and have some light with you two," said one of the pool players to Lincoln and Clyde.

"Thanks," Lincoln replied.

"And one more thing: Beware the dark," said the owner to the boys.

"Uh, thank you for that information," Clyde replied.

Lincoln and Clyde had opened the door and left in a hurried rush.

"I wonder what was their problem. I just want to ask them a question," Clyde said.

"I have no idea. Let's go down this path and find a motel far away from this place before we get tired and freeze to death," Lincoln told Clyde while pointing to north.

They started to walk away and go to their motel.

" 'Beware the dark?' Of what exactly?"

"I don't know. What a weird welcome place for something like this that has good stuff to chow down and where people play darts and pool. Right, Clyde?"

"You could say that again," Clyde replied before they started laughing while walking down the road.