Now that the gate blocks that godforsaken dirt road and the supposedly cursed area beyond it, time has allowed nature to slowly and quietly hide it.
For those who aren’t familiar with the reasoning of this gate, it appears as just that, a random gate that blocks a path to nowhere. But for those who know, it remains an unholy place.
The area beyond it, where two forty something, very disturbed, and psychologically twisted men took the life of a poor defenseless fifteen year old girl in a heinous and shocking ritual act usually reserved for horror novels, holds fear in their hearts…even to this day.
Those men have been gone for quite a long time now. But, although it had clearly been proven, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that they were nothing more than a couple of cold blooded killers who were filled with demented delusions of grandeur and subsequently sentenced to death, the stigma still remains.
Being a highly religious community, whose firm beliefs lie with both good and evil, would probably be one of the reasons that this constantly lingers. Of course, when one of their own, especially, one happens to be the preacher’s son is one of those two men, it would have a tendency to stain the soul and never let it go.
Regardless, the rusting gate now blocks it and is not actually intended to keep people out. Anyone could very easily stroll around its outer edges, but…they still won’t dare…
This month's issue includes my tale The Sidewalk Ends. And the cover is nothing short of fantastic.
Currently I'm on chapter 18 of A Lawnly Existence. I've spoken with Shannon Raab, the second in command at Suspense Publishing and she wants to take a look at it when she returns from Thrillerfest VIII in New York.
Until next time ghouls,