Imagine this:
It’s the early hours of Christmas morning and you’ve been
awoken by an unfamiliar sound. You’re rattled and can’t go back to sleep, so
you get up to investigate.
You walk slowly down the stairs, straining your ears for a
repetition of what you’re now beginning to think might have been only imagination
or a dream. All you hear is the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock in the
hall. Suddenly, you’re shaken by the sudden clang of the hour chime, the first
of three. You smile at your nervousness and open the door to the living room –
just in time to see a strange man emerging from the fireplace, carrying a sack…
That’s pure Twin Peaks.
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