I've been meaning to type this since last night, but I'm glad Hey Jude got here first because it (possibly) makes my omens (I typed moment, but if autocorrect says omens that works too!) more interesting.
Last night at (also) 2am we checked into a creepy hotel in South Carolina. It was extremely foggy out and the moon and large light overhead were making the air above orange, as if a bunch of dust from baseball clay was suspended in the air.
I ascended the slightly crooked stairs to our room, and as I entered I saw what ...