Welcome, Weirdo's. I'm Darren Marler, and this is Weird Darkness. Here you'll find

stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, the strange and bizarre, crime, Conspiracy, Mysterious, Macabre, Unsolved and Unexplained.

Coming up in this episode, it's Thriller Thursday, and this week I'm bringing you a tale of

horror fiction from one of our weirdo family members.

It's a story from Rob Funkhouser called the Damon Wood.

Now, bolt your doors, lock your windows, turn off your lights, and come with me into

the weird darkness. Part 1.

I've lived in the current area for roughly the past 10 years.

It's in eastern Baltimore County, straddling the Salt Pepper Tributary of the Chesapeake

Bay.

The community I live within is private.

Not even the police can come within its bounds without being called.

There are no fences around it, only a quarter-mile stretch of road that leads into its

center and carries the residences to their various courts.

It's pretty much your average suburban scene, with most of the people there being your

average Joes.

I've never had any problems living there.

However, behind our neighborhood is an entirely different story altogether.

Directly across the street from the back of my house is a parcel of land that stretches

for 140 acres to the north, east and south, surrounding the outer edges of the community.

Being here a decade, and being no more than a 35-year-old

sucker for exploring woods, especially those which I haven't recently seen, I'd gone into the

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