A few years ago my boyfriend and I went RV camping in the south around November. We passed through the panhandle of Texas and decided to stop in a small town called Desdemona. We fueled up and chose a quiet area to park the RV. Down the road a little ways was a small, fairly typical southern restaurant/bar called Boom Town, and we decided we could use a bite to eat. Not five minutes after we sat ourselves at a table, the waitress who was coming towards us suddenly stopped, eyes wide and terrified, and she quickly ran back to the kitchen. This woman was me, but clearly, she also wasn't...