The skies twist and bend and open up. The stars move aside. And from the wind, drops a black tent.
It settles on high ground, highest in the whole town. The tent watches the city from above, and from the midst of trees.
Inside is a quiet place. Inside there are several candles, eight rickety chairs, and three strange storytellers.
Inside, stories are told.
Odd stories, bits of mayhem, little curiosities.
It’s time to play.
Come find us.
Stories will be told between the hours of 5pm and 7pm,
Sunday, September 29.
SERVICES INVALID IN THE INSTANCE OF RAIN.