It was a normal day so far. Got up from bed and got dressed. I headed to the saloon that i own and take care dearly of.
Something was wrong with doors of good importance. The day before i had talked with my partner having hot and cold baths in the
saloon and renting out the room in the back. Any way, those doors were bordered up for an odd reason. I asked my partner and he
knew nothing about the matter. We decided to blame it on some bandits but were still not sure. That very night something very strange
happened. The doors were no longer bordered up. There was no time for bandits to come in and unborder the doors. We frose in fear
and always will when the ghost keeps his border door, no hot and cold baths, no room rental rage upon the Armadillo Saloon