It was about this time of year, more closely to Halloween, when my car broke down out in the suburbs and I got out to find an old house on a hill up a lane overlooking an old closed motel.
Having knocked hard at the door, it opened.
Since the lights didn't seem to work, I used my flashlight to look around and heard something upstairs. Creeping up there and expecting to meet a rat the size of Sumatra, I slowly opened the door.
There sitting in four different chairs were the skeletons of four old ladies, each dressed in her wedding gown.
Yes, I had somehow stumbled upon the old homeplace of Mormon Bates!