Every town has its stories, its secrets.

What possible harm could come from sharing them?

Hmm? could come from sharing them. This is small town horror. Smalltown Horror is a weekly podcast presented with

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Before I get to the part you know,

let me give you the short version of how we got there. The idea all along you been to stay a couple of steps ahead at Whispering Bastard. Keep him around us thinking he was following us. But not realize we were leaving a betrayal so we could feel safe.

We really had no way of knowing if it worked or if he followed us at all from the resort. The only thing I had to go on was is continuing to post on the

podcast feed, trying to bait me into going back to Creighton. When he finally uploaded the audio of Sarah, what else could I do? I had

to let him find me. The only thing I had in my favor was that he probably didn't know I knew what he looked like.

Being a nameless, faceless person in the crowd was the ultimate way to keep me under thumb. Keep me the problems with all this is that I didn't know why. Why would he care? Why would he

want to keep following me at all? You want to know paranoid St. Clair? Try staying up at night trying to figure it all out.

If I slept for a week straight I wouldn't catch up on all the rest I missed out on just trying to figure him out.

How are we supposed to know if he's actually following us?

We need to get him to come find us.

That just goes back to the whole how part.

Suddenly feel the need to tweet?

Exactly.

You don't know if he's actually been going to the places you've been posting pictures of.

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