I remember one time when I locked my keys in my car with the engine still running. Luckily, I was just parked outside of Blockbuster next to the drop box and not out in the woods with a psycho cult family.
Nice! Very creepy folk horror. What did this poor guy ever do to you? He just wants to meet his son. Always break the window of an Escort. I had a maroon/red one when I was college.
bro i was just delivering the mail
You're safe! Well, until the goons end the USPS. ;)
Officially, indisputably, creeped out. Haven't felt like this since I saw those damn flying monkeys for the first time in Oz. Great job Sean. - Jim
hahaha love it. Those flying monkeys are the bar! I shiver thinking about them.
Love a sacrifice to the old gods. I like the focus on the kids, too, definitely makes it more disturbing.
Thanks for reading! It was fun playing with the trope.
Oh my...
haha love that reaction. Thanks for reading, Lyndsey!
Sometimes I’m speechless. (You’ll notice it doesn’t last long, lol.) But that poor man!
I am always baffled by people who will walk right into a group of strangers in the middle of bf nowhere. Not one bit of self-preservation. Not a bit.
worth it!!!!
🖤 Thank you! Now you don’t need to hear about Danel ever again! ha
I remember one time when I locked my keys in my car with the engine still running. Luckily, I was just parked outside of Blockbuster next to the drop box and not out in the woods with a psycho cult family.
Doh! But did you rewind the tape before you dropped it off? Ha
Luckily DVDs were around at that time or I probably wouldn’t have.
Folk horror at its finest!
This is great, very creepy. Im getting echos of ‘The Lottery’ with the rituals slowly building the tension until BOOM!
Thank you! Yes! I was trying to channel a little bit of The Lottery, and Children of the Corn. Thanks for reading and making my day! 🖤
You held my attention. Like Ian, I knew deep down it wasn't going anywhere good, but I had to watch it play out.
Those children needed Mr. Rogers.
They had Samuel! Just as good! ;)
Thank you! That means a lot to me!
Creeeeepy.
Thanks for reading, Hanna! 🖤
Daaaaamn. What a way to go.
Maybe he didn’t die? Maybe they were like, okay fun is over, let’s all go get some grub now. :)
Sure, sure, let’s go with that.
Absolutely horrifying! Ian forgot that people you stumble upon in the forest are not usually friendly. This is kick ass folk horror!
That means a lot to me, Liz! You’re one of the best at folk/fairy tale horror. Thank you!
v cool!
Thanks, Maddison!
I said "uh oh" out loud when they announced the man from the hills was Ian. your stuff never disappoints
haha! Ian's like, yo, I'm not even from a hilly place! Wa wa. Poor guy. Thanks for reading, Molly! Hope you're doing well!
Loved this one!
Thanks, Vince! It was a hard one to write in a lot of ways. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Nice! Very creepy folk horror. What did this poor guy ever do to you? He just wants to meet his son. Always break the window of an Escort. I had a maroon/red one when I was college.
Thanks!
I had a maroon one, too! It ended up getting totaled. :( Maybe that's why I didn't let Ian break the window on this one. haha