Welcome, friend. Have a seat by the fire. Make yourself comfortable.

In place of the pines on the sides of the trail were numerous scarecrows on poles and out on the tip of the peninsula,

was a shack made of sticks and mud and brambles.

After pausing to suck in some deep breaths, Ellen discovered on closer examination that it wasn't scarecrow's bordering her path after all.

It was people. Dead people. She could smell them.

You're listening to Camp Fire Radio Theatre.

Tonight we have a most special treat in store.

From the wildly imaginative mind of acclaimed author Joe R. Lansdale comes a gritty tale of suspense and raw terror.

Of course, earbuds are recommended for maximum stereophonic dread.

Our tale is called Incident on and off a mountain road. Bruce used to always say,

People can come into these mountains and just disappear. These hills will consume you without the proper skills.

That was his mantra.

Huh.

Funny thing.

I just assumed it was an implied fret on his part.

Or one of his many paranoid delusions, but maybe he had a point.

I'm running, just like I planned, and I'm never going back, never setting foot back in that

cabin.

I know, Mom. I know I gave him every opportunity to change.

Hell, I even tried to become what he wanted me to be, his little backwood's housewife.

I told you he wasn't right for you, Ellen.

It's just, if it wasn't for the whole survivalist thing and preparing for the end of the world, all the macho insanity, I thought he might, I don't know, maybe come to his senses at some point.

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