Imagine waking up one morning and when you look at your friends or loved ones, you see their ears, noses and mouths stretched back with deep grooves on their foreheads, cheeks and chins.

All the people you know have suddenly turned into hideous demonic creatures, and it's not even

remotely close to Halloween.

That's what one Tennessee man is experiencing right now. I talk about him in this week's

Mind of Marler, which you can find at mind of Marler.com.

Toulmore, she's in Marlachie. Toulmoor is my home.

My family have worked the land for generations.

My grand says the island does not belong to us but we belong to the island and we must be

ready for a great evil his coming's hand by scallenden and death

follows with it.

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the Harrowing,

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podcast.

The City was a cold mistress that night.

Her neon tears, streaking down the grimy windows of my office.

This case was as old as the whiskey, burning a hole in my gut.

My name's not important. I'm a private eye.

It was March 7th that happened.

And the memory of that poor sap's body wanted me like a dame who done me wrong. They found him on the corner of

a hundredth and second, a lonely crossroads where the only witnesses were the shadows

and the wind.

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