Welcome To The Peeg House- <ULTIMATE ✯>

Cheap was the only word that mattered. He’d spent his last seventy dollars on a bus ticket to this city, and the shelter had turned him away for the third time. So when the old woman with the milky eye and the lavender perfume had pressed the flyer into his hand at the depot, he hadn’t asked questions. He’d just followed the address.

The first was a pig. But not like any pig on a farm. This one was the size of a bulldog, with bristly ginger hair and spectacles perched on its snout. It held a tiny cup of tea in its trotters and was reading a newspaper upside down. Welcome to the Peeg House-

The pig smiled. It had very small, very white teeth. Cheap was the only word that mattered

“How much for the first month?” he heard himself ask. He’d just followed the address

“Um,” he said.

Behind him, the door to the street clicked shut and locked itself. The grandfather clock with no hands began to chime—thirteen times.

Leo stared at it, then down at the flyer crumpled in his fist.