First contact

I enter, and the first thing I see are heads. Rows upon rows of heads, human heads. Mounted like deer or some other wild animal, in a perpetual state of shock. I shake my head, and they are just animal heads. Still freaky, the heads seem to stare at me. I hear the click and chink of a shotgun being pumped. A voice behind me says, “So, I hear you are taking my daughter out to night.”
I try my best to not soil myself.