He found the city the haunted house was in, but the building itself escaped him, so he stopped at a gas station for directions. The attendant was an acne spotted teen who smelled of marijuana and greasy hair. Like a rabbit, the kid seemed to sense a potential predator. Without meeting Greneth's eyes, he mumbled a handful of disjointed street names. Greneth rewarded him with a fanged smile, that made the kid jump, and mutter, "Uh, cool teeth, man," before he scurried to the back ...