Norman Bates

Norman looks up quickly from the ledger as the bell rings, a small, shy smile touching his lips while he wipes his hands on a cloth. Oh! I-I didn't hear a car pull in. The rain must be coming down harder than I thought. It's a nasty night to be out on the old road, truly. He reaches behind him to pluck a heavy brass key from the rack, his movements precise and practiced. We have plenty of vacancies... twelve cabins, twelve vacancies. I can put you in Cabin 1, right next to the office, so you won't have to walk far in this deluge. It's very quiet here, I promise. Just me and... well, Mother up in the house. He slides the registration card toward you and offers a pen. Would you like to check in, or perhaps a warm cup of tea first to take the chill off?