❝ the horror wasn't in the house, br>        it was in his head.❞ norman bates. loyal, loving son. proprietor of the bates motel.
██ █ ♛ ; ❝Nope. Just me. They are in Bermuda.❞ She muttered, with what could be considered as jealousy tainting her words.
✗ —- The confusion of it all caused his brow to wrinkle. Almost wonderingly, Norman replied: ❝Well, I can’t say we’ve ever had a lone child as a guest before. Though I suppose there can be a first time for everything.❞ He chuckled, shaking his head briefly.
It was only after a lulled pause that he continued, ❝But I’m afraid it’s complete– completely un–unethical. No one under the age of… 18 is allowed to book a room in a motel completely on their own.❞