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Hello, my spookies. Tonight, we're cracking open. And Ides of March compilation,

104, for the aforementioned month. Featuring four stories built on that special kind of dread,

where the air feels normal. The world looks normal and yet underneath it all.

Some sharp teeth are grinning. This is the month where promises get tested,

where a harmless choice turns into a hinge that swings the wrong way,

and where the past doesn't just knock on the door. It lets itself in.

You'll feel it in the places that pretend to be safe, a cozy room with laughter that's

a little too, I don't know what, a town that remembers every insult like a family heirloom,

a stretch of wilderness that looks like freedom, right up until it's clearly not,

and a lonely highway where the only sound is your tires and your heartbeat arguing about whether

you should have kept driving or not. These stories aren't about monsters the way you're used to,

they're about the moment the mask slips when someone's patient snaps when the universe tilts,

the road goes quiet and you realize you've been alone in the dark for way too long.

They're about payback that doesn't need an invitation and justice that doesn't care if you're ready.

So, dim the lights my spookies, get comfortable as we step into this collection from the weekly spooky

vault and remember, the Ides of March isn't just a date on a calendar, it's a warning that sooner or

later, every debt gets paid, and remember there's a new scary story every single Wednesday here at

Weekly Spooky, so make sure you're subscribed and let's begin.

Hell Half No Fury by Aaron Cook

Oh shoot, the cookies! Zelda May Darling had been in the kitchen all day and the stress of hosting

a dinner party had caused her to nearly forget about the chocolate chip treats that were roasting

in the oven. She fitted her dainty hands into mits and plucked her signature dessert

from the sauna, no blemishes of overcooking to be found. Pulling the elongated trays out,

she didn't wait two minutes before conducting a taste test. Delicious, if she did say so herself,

she treated herself to a second one. Jake wouldn't approve of the extra snack, but what he didn't know

wouldn't hurt him. There was more than enough food she justified with internal guilt.

The housewife had been in domestic bliss for three full years and was still in her early 20s.

Born in small town Arkansas in 1950, the bell had left home to attend Texas A&M.

Towards the end of her first year there, she worked an alumni ball where she met big Jake Darling,

an oil bigwig and generous donor to his old stomping grounds. Despite the three decade age gap,

Jake fell madly in love with the fair skinned, dark-haired server, in the Gogo boots,

and his resources made it pretty easy for Zelda May to ignore the pot belly, receding hairline,

and uneven mustache. After mere weeks of whirlwind courting, the pair joined in matrimony,

in front of a crowd of hundreds at his 90-acre ranch in the otherwise modest village of Tumbleweed.

Jake was eager to prove to his new-bile bride that he had learned from the mistakes of his first two

marriages. There had been some downs. Jake was ornery, hypercritical, and mentioned his appreciation

for the anatomy of other women, most even younger than her, quite often, but he was a man and,

oh, what a man he could be. That little wallflower who entered college station would be

surprised at what she became. Prior to her nuptials, Zelda May's culinary expertise topped out

at popping microwave popcorn, but now she was a regular Julia child. She chuckled at what her younger

self would say if she found out about the elaborate shindigs she now held on a regular basis.

Tonight she would be hosting a suaray for Jake's colleagues and their wives.

It was an important one. Cattle mogul K. L. Bandy had accepted an invitation.

Joining his inner circle was a guaranteed ticket to political success, which the oilman craved.

He had been locally beloved on the village council for a number of years, but he was sick of judging

pie-bake-offs and attending ribbon-cutting ceremonies for libraries. The state senate was calling him.

All Bandy had to do was hand him the phone.

Ten minutes had passed since Jake's promised 530 homecoming. This worried Zelda May sick.

It was a pretty common occurrence for him to overshoot his ETA, but president never made it peaceful.

He was a wealthy and powerful man, which automatically put a target on his back.

The poor wife never knew if her gregarious partner had blown away the time chatting with an old

chum, or had been assassinated by an envious political opponent. The hypothetical loss of her

paramour made her sick to her stomach, but she couldn't regress the paranoia. Finally, Jake stumbled

in having gotten a head start on the spirit embodiment of the night.

Hi, honey! Zelda May lit up.

Hey, biscuit! Jake hiccuped his pet name for her as his massive jowls jiggled and his pale white

belly cut into his everything's bigger in Texas belt buckle. He stunk of the cheapest

gin Brady's bar had to offer, and the collar of his white Colonel Sanders' suit was scuffed.

In Zelda May's eyes, she was looking at Paul Newman.

The guests should be here soon. Getting there, you need me help?

Well, actually, if you could, Jake sobering snooze began the second it was even implied

there was a way he could streamline the toil of his labored spouse. It was no big deal. She was

pretty sure she liked doing housework. There were still several dishes she needed to magically

conjure before nine o'clock, then she needed to wash up. The feast worked up a sweat,

and it would be unladylike to not present herself as immaculate as possible.

Not that long ago, the looming threat of the deadline would have scared her something fierce,

but not anymore. Sure enough, the spread was laid out and she emerged from the powder room renewed

in her pearls and heels mere minutes before the first ring of the doorbell.

The sound of which revived her downed bow, who quickly wiped the drool from his face.

Harvey Lois! The learners were the beneficiaries of the death of the Mr's father,

which granted them control over one of the state's largest construction firms.

Harvey had never actually seen a pile of rubble, and Lois, also from old money,

was prone to making statements that made her formerly modest friend feel insecure

about her background. Up next were the Duprees. Don had recently acquired controlling interest

in the popular, inexpensive and small chain, Selman's department store, which he was eagerly

licking his lips to merge with a larger company. Flonetta and Ducky Perry arrived shortly after.

Years of entertaining them hadn't shed a light on what they did for a living.

All Zelda May knew was they were filthy rich. Just when Zelda May was about to shepherd her

company into the dining room for their banquet, a limousine pulled up to the darling residence.

The driver exited his position to release an invitee that Zelda May had forgotten about,

but Jake certainly hadn't. KL Bandy. Everybody stopped what they were doing to gaze upon

the richest man in the Lone Star State, which angered Lois Learner, who had only belted out a

stanza in a half as she cooed and curled over the piano. The VIP looked nothing like the image

Zelda May had cooked up in her head. She had pictured a good ol' boy with roughly the same features

as her beloved and his colleagues. Instead, a decrepit skeleton shambled up to her porch,

escorted on each shoulder by a Miss Texas contender. The man half as old as the earth,

and his gall pals glacially meandered towards his admirers inside.

An irate Jake furiously barked at Zelda May to stop daydreaming and open the door for the

guest of honor long before he reached the welcome mat. Howdy, Mr. Brandy! An excited Don Dupree powered

through the crowd to win the race to determine the old man's inaugural conversation.

Dupree firmly grasped Bandy's hand in a shake, which cracked the Methuselah of Meets warn joints.

In bearist, Double D frantically apologized to the unaffended Baron. Despite his assurance,

Don replayed the moment in his head, over and over, removing himself from the camaraderie to self-flagelate.

Hello, Mr. Bandy, being Zelda May. Jake has told me so much about,

can we get you anything, Mr. Bandy? The king of the castle stifled his wife. He shot her a dirty look

as the ancient one declined. Jake pulled Zelda May aside and mentioned his distaste for the comment

when Bandy was out of earshot. What things was she implying he had mentioned? Did he look

suspicious just now? She was going to blow his big shot. Sorry, honey. Just don't talk to him or

look at him. The convoy entered the pure white dining room. If use of scores were given to Zelda

May's creations before a bite was even taken, including many from the treasured newcomer,

who sat in the head chair after the usual alpha seated his territory for this one night only.

Convival talk among the boys followed as the women chatted about past and future dinner parties,

although a rattled Don mostly just nodded in agreement, too worried about throwing another

bone-headed interception. This was their one chance to impress a man that could fatten their

portfolios. Ducky Perry fantasized about his soon-to-be-new best friend, handing over the deed to one of

his tremendous golf courses. Jake took every inch to bring up his steakhouse concept. Tired of all

beef all the time, the gazillionaire never offered much response to the proposal. Did this guy even

know anything about running a restaurant? Further incessant half-baked hypotheticals continued to

line dance on the geasers already feeble nerves. The brisket was excellent. The corn was phenomenal

and the apple pie had been some of the best he had tasted in his countless years on this planet,

but another round of rump kissers had left Bandy, exasperated.

Zelda May quit staring at Mr. Bandy. Jake reprimanded his adult wife as if she was a toddler with a

tattling habit. I wasn't, she defended herself. Another round of Tupperware talk had been her limit.

For the past ten minutes, she had been zoned out affixed on nothing in particular.

Yes, you was, now apologize. It's quite all right. Bandy foolishly said in an agitation that

seemed to imply he was more irritated by him than her. Sometimes she gets like this.

Like what? Zelda May countered, now more anxious to hear her fictional shortcomings than appearing

demure. Don't start. You started it. Folks, I think I'm going to call it a night.

The esteemed mogul said as he gestured for his twins to help him up and out. Part of him felt bad

for his dog-piled host, but most of him wanted to thank her, forgiving him an excuse to escape

this never-ending assault of false praise. See what you did? Jake blared to a degree that the heart

of hearing Bandy heard from a room away. Zelda May, honey, flonetta's fake accent permeated with

a passive aggressiveness that elicited a cold draft down the pariah's spine. I hope you're happy.

I almost had a third car dealership, Don Wyne. The grumbling gaggle emotionally and

wordlessly returned to their vehicles, leaving Zelda May alone to face Jake's wrath. In addition

to tonight's alleged staring gaff, he found nitpicks in the food he scarfed down and found flaws

with her hair, makeup, and chubby cheeks. If she kept letting herself go, that girl he saw today

after work might just have to move in. Jake continued his relentless attack, which would have driven

Zelda May to tears if she hadn't cried them all out over the years. As a compulsion, she started

to work on the Everest of dishes. Of course, the supposed clean freak didn't offer her a modicum

of help. At least he was talking to her. That was a refreshing change of pace. She began scrubbing

the tainted plates in a fury as Jake continued his verbal bull rush. A sudden mess, Zelda May pulled

the dishwasher rack out and marched to the fridge for some shardonnay, which she elected to down,

straight from the bottle. Jake scoffed at the lush she could be and attempted to pry the bottle loose.

Much bigger, his strip sack was overpowering, spiking and staining the kitchen floor with wet glass.

Naturally, this was seen as purely Zelda May's error, which resulted in a final flurry of condescension.

Sick of hearing these judgments, the harried housewife gave her husband a shove. Her anger propelling

her strength to unprecedented levels. The back of Jake's boots skidded over the edge of spillage.

The horse tried to compose his balance, which only caused him to dance more erratically before

he fell over backwards, in a heap, cracking his neck on the still exposed dishwasher.

The crunch was louder than the snap of the wishbone of her famous Thanksgiving turkey.

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It's going good, man. Tell us who you are and what you do.

I'm Dan Morgan. I'm an attorney and a managing partner at Morgan Morgan, which is America's

largest injury law firm. That's pretty awesome. I think I saw Billboard at yours recently that said

20 billion one. 20 billion is an insane number. Yeah, 20 billion recovered. It's actually, I think,

somewhere north probably closer to 22, 23 after this year. And each year we get bigger and

batter and our army grows. So the number will hopefully keep getting bigger and bigger as time

goes on. Awesome. So how does someone get in contact with Morgan and Morgan? What would I do if

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Stunned the accidental killer stared back at her unintentional victim. The eyes that had been

full of fire just seconds before were now ghostly white. She didn't blame herself. It was a self-induced

accident. A fatal folly caused by his own foolishness. Now single part of her felt sad about the

loss of her partner. But more of her felt relieved that there was finally some quiet in here.

Now she could tidy this mess in peace. Calmness could be, Zelda May grabbed the mop and dustpan

and commenced the arduous cleanup. A chore that was made more difficult by the 250 pound hindrance

that blocked some of the puddle. Man slaughter was no excuse for a dirty home.

My husband is dead. She phoned the cops. As hard as she tried to appear hysterical, she was

no actress. The death of big Jake Darling sent shockwaves through the local community. Although

Zelda May figured she would be spending the foreseeable future playing the part of the sympathetic

widow, her adopted home quickly made her a female Peter Sellers and cast her in many roles.

A bloodthirsty harpy, a cold-blooded Jezebel, and an unscrupulous gold digger who pulled out

the ultimate gambit to collect Jake's money, which, unbeknownst to them, was sealed off by the

prenup he convinced her to sign. Many claimed they saw this coming years ago. There was always

something off about that Darling woman. Even with forensic experts confirming the death by

misadventure theory, the late buddy, one Sheriff Zeke Hitchens, decided to treat this as what they

all knew it was. A heartless murder. That year's trial of the century followed. Soon everyone

with access to a newspaper had an opinion on Zelda May Darling. Jake's financial accomplishments,

subjective platitudes and status as a local leader were broadcasted nonstop with no mention of his

tantrums or flandering proclivities. On the other side of the token, any assumed character defect

of Zelda May was taken with a tower of salt. Don Dupree mentioned the foaming madness he witnessed

first hand at the dinner party, and wondered aloud how he narrowly escaped the massacre.

The defendant was powerless and unable to bring up the drunken, not so nice words,

Harvey Lerner had to say about Jake that a similarly inebriated Lois had blurted to her during

an avon social. Zelda May was without any support. Even her own mother had severed ties,

fearful of what having a cozy relationship with her criminally insane daughter would have on

her own reputation. I didn't raise her that way, you know? Mama Darling made sure to alert everyone

in the courthouse. The judgment was swift. Zelda May Darling was going to fry.

The poor girl had made the mistake of bagging a lofty and influential trophy.

20 million dollars of leverage had been the difference between life without parole and the electric

chair. The consensus was euphoric. Some felt even the most damning conviction was still too lenient for

that bitch. Too bad they couldn't personally summon Satan to drag her to the netherworld where

she belonged. State endorsed killing is a lengthy process. Although scheduled for a 1972

execution, Zelda May's lawyers appealed and petitioned as much as they could, much to the chagrin

of the mob. Years passed, no longer was she a bubbly socialite or an angelic homecoming queen.

She had grown hardened by the prison system. Unkempt hair, a haggard face,

a perpetual scale were all that remained. A new charity believed they had found a loophole

to prevent her death from being a crispy one which earned them hatred and mockery.

It was too late anyway. She wanted to die. Finally, on the hottest day of 1983,

Zelda May was ushered to the chamber. Her last meal the previous night was two cookies.

One more than Jake permitted her to have. The condemned was placed in the sparky fairy and asked

if she had any final words. She had none. A guard walked to the lever. He had been a mere child

during Zelda May's trial. His mother and father made her out to be a boogie woman,

but there was a sadness in her wild eyes. A story only she knew. Still, this is what the people

of Texas craved. If there was a way to move her demise to a packed house at the Astrodome,

few would protest it. The guards swung the switch. Zelda May's pupils bulged and her limbs

thrashed. The wats coursing through her veins were nothing compared to the hatred flowing inside

her vengeful brain. She outlasted the average survival time by ten agonizing seconds out of

pure spite. Even when public enemy number one had been reduced to a charred hunk of flesh,

the overseers were fearful she had even more fight to give. She's hell's problem now boys.

The warden congratulated the elimination of the menace. Let's hope they keep her.

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I've got Dan Morgan here on the pod say hi Dan hey how's it going today it's going good man

tell us who you are and what you do I'm Dan Morgan I'm an attorney and a managing partner at

Morgan Morgan which is America's largest injury law firm that's pretty awesome um I think

I saw billboard of yours recently it said that 20 billion one 20 million is insane number yeah 20

billion recovered it's actually I think somewhere north probably closer to 22 23 after this year

and each year we get bigger and better and our army grows so the number will hopefully keep

getting bigger and bigger as time goes on awesome so how does someone get in contact with Morgan

Morgan what what would I do if I got into an accident probably the easiest way is dialing pound

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a good slay Delaney Parker and her flamboyant co-host Chet screamed their popular trademark greeting

before they launched into the exposition of their latest vlog a consummate influencer Delaney insisted

on 14 more takes before she was satisfied Chet and Delaney were the team behind booze and

bludgeonings a lifestyle brand they had started together four years prior while attending UCLA

what started off as an online channel devoted to their mutual interest in both true crime and

alcohol blossomed into a multi level brand that included a podcast t-shirts and of course

their very own IPA the duo was most famous for their broadcasts from murder sites their most

popular episode up to this point had been the night they braved the Lizzie board and in although

it was a bit intimidating to be on the grounds of one of the most infamous slayings ever neither

talking had believed in the supernatural contrary to what their subscribers believed

Chet had added those orbs and moans in post right after they filmed their 40 minutes worth

and bolted their fans lapped that slop up B&B was a polarizing empire many felt their content

was crass and exploitive not to mention derivative however those critics were drowned out by their

adoring acolytes who loved to live vicariously through the pair's Instagram page just as much as

they enjoyed the journey into the macabre their latest stunt was sure to be their biggest hit yet

a live midnight broadcast from the grave of Zelda may darling a southern bell who rang for the

last time in 1982 in the 40 years since Zelda may's death tumbleweed had grown up to a fair sized

city of 60,000 several miles from the poppers grave they had given their most notorious

former resident despite the shame of her now dead or senile dammers the terror of tumbleweed had

been given a forgiving retrospective thanks to countless televised reenactments which elaborated

on the kangaroo court injustice she had been forced to endure as well as revelatory evidence

Jake darling may not have been a nice man a museum in her honor now stood not far from the very

same courthouse she had been mortally punished cheap paperbacks inspired by her saga littered

bookstores a street fair sold nachos and cotton candy on the weekend closest to the anniversary

of the night she lost her innocence tourists mostly women who occasionally had half the mind

to butcher their own doofus husbands flooded the streets of the town that had ostracized her

Zelda may was forced to watch it all somewhere every cheap trinket every hollow word of support

every dollar made on her trauma a montage of retribution against her a cosmic decree for an

unpremeditated act no longer human she still felt the pain of her penance burn across her changed

image she pleaded for her unseen tormentor to stop which only intensified the noise four

decades of torture had felt like four eons where was this adulation back in her own day these

parasites worshipping her were no better than the cock suckers who put her away the cycle flipped

back to rage as she gnashed and snarled vowing to break free halfway across town two of those

profiteers had taken up shelter at the loonstar motel surveying her outfit for the big show

Delaney was assured by her boyfriend that she looked banging as he cradled her body which earned a

push no macho bullshit chat needed to focus and stay in the caricature they had created it was

funnier and the demographic suggested their male viewership might take a hit if they found out

she was off the market this was a big night and he wasn't going to ruin it neither were the haters

online tonight she was going to break the internet fuck I keep losing service it was now 1158

and the event seemed on thin ice due to spotty reception chat was getting fed up with Delaney's

devenous the hicks had buried Zelda May so far out in the boonies that Delaney feared they wouldn't

make it on time finally right over top the only recently installed marker two bars lit up

it was gonna happen Zelda May's reputation had allowed them to become innovators

cemeteries usually frowned on trifling among the graves Delaney learned that the hard way

she took a deep breath and visualized the viral hit she had on her hands the countdown hit zero

the red light went on the marshy ground began to open up what the fuck chat said in his natural gruff

accent which broke their no unbleaped swearing rule chat girl we're live Delaney sternly reminded as

she panned the camera just as her lover was forcefully snatched by a bony hand first by the leg

and then quickly by the throat fuck all of you the revenant hissed as she smashed another man's neck

on purpose this time oh my god oh my god oh my god Delaney took off half and fear half in amazement

all she had to do was outrun this old bag of bones and she'd have the most watched video

of all time 40 years of rust and rot had not slowed Zelda May down the former track star let her

pray have a head start just to give her some false hope and then sicked her the bones of her

malformed legs twisting and bending with each stride until she pounced on this intruder pinning

her against the side of the vehicle they had violated her resting place with she was a pretty girl

roughly the same age she had been the night she really died Zelda May looked at the ghastly

visage in the review window gassed and with one violent tug ripped Delaney's face clean off

she needed it more than her the triple homicider realized she had crudely applied the mask

and adjusted it over the exposed rodage shewing away a few worms as well she was young and

beautiful again with a whole town to paint red Zelda May reset her lower body and made her way

towards tumbleweed the audience couldn't believe the sheer tackiness of this spectacle

moose and bludgeoning's faking their own deaths a phony monster never ending footage of dirt

the channel had truly jumped the shark even their most loyal followers logged off the live stream

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Batman comic he could get his hands on this is the one mr. procer dusty said and held the comic in

the air Charles didn't speak but nodded as dusty smiled the next person to walk into the store

was a Burnett town police officer named Margie Ersey Margie's look was solemn and her attention

was immediately on dusty dusty you getting a scrap with Jesse a little while ago she asked

there was concern in her face with her furrowed brow and serious demeanor yeah he started with me

though I promise Johnny jumped me too I was just taken up for myself dusty said he felt just by the

look of things that he may not be going straight home when he left the minute shop well

I'm sorry to break the news to you like this but Jesse's dead he fell to the floor when he got

back to their trailer and he didn't make it his brother said you killed him when the ambulance got

there now wait a minute Charles procer started in dusty's defense you know them Elliott boys both

of them valley rats both of them always up to their ears and trouble you know as well as I do that

dusty was just defending himself and if the boy got the worst of it and paid the ultimate price for

it then it's on him Charles said he was firm with it when he locked eyes with Margie look Charles

I'm not saying you're wrong but the fact of the matter is that that boy is dead and dusty she

turned to face the boy still clutching his Batman comic yes ma'am he replied you're going to have

to come with me to the precinct we'll call your mama when we get there Margie said in motion toward

the door dusty walked out the door with Margie right behind Charles procer was shaking his head

behind the counter as soon as dusty stepped outside he felt the stone crack against his forehead

it broke skin and the blood flowed down his nose just before the next rock cracked him in his right

cheek it was Johnny Elliott and his valley famous homemade slingshot Johnny was deadly with that

many squirrels and a few cats fell to his aim Margie saw Johnny and turned to holler for him to stop

when the rock popped her in the left eye she would lose it later on the operating table Margie fell

to her knees come on Dusty you killed my brother there's only one way this is going to go

Johnny screamed from Addie's gas station across the street dusty was pawing at his bloody forehead

Charles procer came running out of the minute shop with his remington pump Johnny pinged Charles

on his shoulder causing him to drop the shotgun you get down to cave or park Dusty we're going to

finish this thing there you get there by three o'clock or I'll come and find you

Johnny shouted before disappearing behind the gas station with Margie still on her knees and

Charles bending over to pick up the shotgun Dusty took off toward Addie's Johnny already

disappeared in the woods behind the station and Dusty knew it was useless trying to follow the boy

Johnny knew those woods better than anybody now that his brother was deceased Dusty couldn't believe

that Jesse was dead sure they were in a good scrap and Dusty got some good licks in but he'd

seen Jesse and bigger and dirty or fights them what they had it didn't make sense to Dusty but

the words of Johnny echoed in his mind you get down to cave or park Dusty he wondered if Margie

heard the challenge probably not and approaching siren snapped Dusty out of his thoughts it had

to be coming for Margie he didn't know if Johnny meant to hit her square in the eye but he sure

did and Dusty knew it wasn't anything she could rinse out with water a glass eye or a pirate patch

was in Margie's future Dusty looked down and realized he was still clutching the Batman comic in

his hand he tossed it on the ground and stayed under the cover of woods but close enough to 421

so he could hear the cars zoom by he'd start heading to cave or he was going to keep his date

with Johnny he just didn't know what he was going to do when he got there would he have to kill

the other valley rat too Dusty walked a couple of miles the blood had dried on his face and forehead

he was thirsty as all get out in the back of the convenience store called balls stood out like

a oasis in the desert Dusty rummaged through his front pockets and pulled out all the change

that he had Dusty stared at his palm and counted 78 cents that was enough for a cokeola

he stepped into the shop and heard the distinct accent of Venkat Jaganathan the owner and

operator of this establishment hello Dusty Venkat said when Dusty entered the store

hey Mr. Venkat just need a cokeola Dusty you don't look well are you all right

I'm fine Mr. Venkat it was a bike accident

seeming convinced Venkat dropped it and took two quarters from the rough looking boy

Dusty took long gulps and the 12 ounce can was empty in seconds

he was even thirstier than he thought Dusty could see the sign for Harrison cave or park at the

top of the hill Dusty sighed and continued his walk whatever happens was going to happen anyway

is what he kept telling himself he wasn't going to his mama or the police

this was between two valley rats and it would be settled between two valley rats

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at Caver Park there was no sign of Johnny and Dusty felt a bit of relief he figured the

Burnett town PD was looking for both of them by now margie was in an operating room at

aching regional at that very moment having her eye plucked out Dusty walked toward the back of

the park where the short nature trail began there was a tiny man made creek that ran through to Langley

pond Dusty figured Johnny would come through that way less eyes despot him so Dusty would be right

out in the open for him to see that he wasn't running he wasn't hiding he would fight to the death

if that's what it took what happened to Jesse was a shame but it was Jesse's fault

Dusty saw him strolling towards him traveling right beside the creek as he suspected

Johnny was whistling but it wasn't just any whistle Dusty recognized it immediately as the whistle

that he heard in an old eastward spaghetti western I'm here Johnny Dusty yelled in Johnny's direction

I see that Johnny replied with a serpent's grin you better drop that slingshot on the ground I'm

here with these Dusty raised his fists Johnny held the slingshot up in the air and tossed it

Dusty could hear its splash into the creek this made Dusty feel a bit better he was confident he

could whoop Johnny one-on-one Johnny's grin is what turned Dusty's confidence into hesitance

Johnny began running toward him and Dusty took a fighter stance left foot out front

fists in front of his face ready to pop a jab when Johnny's face got close enough

Johnny was within reach and Dusty popped the job surprisingly it didn't connect

Johnny ducked the jab and slashed at Dusty's belly with the concealed switchblade

Dusty didn't feel it at first he spun to try to catch Johnny with the left hook and he missed

again Johnny sliced him across the cheek that's when Dusty felt the pain in his gut

he didn't think I was that fast did you big dust Johnny asked as he stepped back to admire

his work to tell you the truth no no I didn't Dusty held his stomach as he felt the blood pouring

from the wound I should have known you wouldn't do this straight up Dusty said and continued

I didn't mean for your brother to die Johnny that's the god honest truth

Dusty Johnny started with that same grin just so you know before I kill you

you didn't kill Jesse Johnny ran his fingers through his buzz cut and continued

I killed Jesse wait what Dusty was puzzled the fire in his gut was raging now

yeah I killed him Jesse was always the pussy now you you ain't no pussy I always had to jump in on

his fights he never had to jump in on mine and I'd be embarrassed if he did Jesse was a cry baby

and big dust you gave me the out I needed you beat the be Jesus out of him I'll give you that

might have busted a couple of his ribs he was holding his side and winding like a little bitch

when he was walking back home well I went ahead and finished him off I cracked him in the back of

the head with an axe handle and we both know who I said did it big dust I was helping my brother

I mean you were wailing on him when I walked up on y'all and you cracked him in the back of the head

before I put that shiner on you Johnny finished proudly you killed your own brother Dusty asked

clearly flabbergasted nobody ever saw Jesse without Johnny they seemed like two peas in a pod

yeah and now I'm gonna kill you and it ain't gonna be no secret you think they'll put me away

for killing the one that killed my brother Dusty felt anger this valley rat was going to kill him

and tell the world he was a murderer Dusty blocked out the pain and got back in his fighting stance

well Johnny you done cut me you're gonna be a pussy now and that face me straight up

you see the blood on my hands I'm I bleed out before it's over but I ain't hiding behind a knife

let's do this pussy boy Dusty snarled and held his fists in front of him

with his manhood challenged the valley pride within Johnny came to the forefront

he tossed the knife into the creek and charged Dusty his intent was to bear tackle him and get

the wounded boy on the ground instead he got a straight right hand to the bridge of the nose

Johnny saw stars and dropped to his knees Dusty kicked him in the face and Johnny rolled down into

the shallow creek Dusty was right behind him still ignoring the pain from his gushing wound

Dusty grabbed Johnny by the back of his head before he could rise from the creek

with the full weight of his body on Johnny's back he held Johnny's head under the water

Johnny bucked underneath but Dusty's grip was firm and he had the full advantage of weight

on his side he was going to kill this valley vermin and he would just have to explain what happened

later everybody knew Jesse and Johnny were scum of the earth there was a noise in the air that

Dusty didn't register his focus was making sure Johnny was dead before he lost consciousness

from blood loss crack Dusty fell with a splash Johnny jumped from the creek holding his neck

and gasping for air he was on the brink of filling his lungs with water and that would have

sent him on his way Dusty lay still in the creek bed the bullet went through his back and straight

through the center of his heart Charles Proser stood at the top of the hill his dirty hairy style

357 magnum now at his side Johnny saw him and took off through the woods

Charles didn't want to kill Dusty but there was one thing that neither Jesse nor Johnny knew

their last name should be Proser their mother Jessica had a one night stand with Charles after a

night of drinking at Glenda's and Charles did the math it was right at nine months later when the

boys came while Frank Elliott's name was on their birth certificates Charles and Jessica both knew

whose boys they really were Charles could see his eyes and theirs and it made his stomach turn

every time he saw them he wasn't proud at all of the valley rats that they were turning into

he'd heard Johnny yell out to Dusty back at the minute shop he knew they'd be here he'd let them

fight but if things weren't going Johnny's way he'd jump in and save his last surviving son

he would never tell Johnny why he saved him and Johnny would avoid Charles through the years

Johnny would be questioned about Dusty's death but they wouldn't find a 357 in Johnny's possession

or dumped in the creek without that they couldn't make anything stick valley rats keep things between

valley rats especially in the matters of life and death

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fortune falls by david ohanlin jenine and rose were on summer break from their third year at the

university of kansas being from a flat landlocked wasteland the lady jahawks usually took their

breaks on a beach in galveston then something immensely terrifying it happened the previous year

they'd been on the beach for three days between surf lessons and volleyball games all anyone

could talk about was this new movie opening that weekend they decided to take a chance and join

some of their friends for the first evening showing of jaws the next day they all just sat on the

sand the day after and every day after that until it was time to return to school for the summer

of seventy six they decided they'd try something different and far away from the threat of shark

attacks kansas didn't have beaches but it didn't have mountains either organ was jenine's idea

and rose had fallen in love with it she studied the maps and picked the route for their journey of

self-discovery five days of backpacking and camping from the isolated town of sheldon to the silver

creek lodge where they'd celebrate with a final day floating lazily down the snake river

we should just camp here jenine said it's going to be dark soon and we still kind of suck at setting

up the tent the signs say overnight camping is prohibited rose replied that couple said it was

only eight miles to the next town we'd be lucky to do that in three hours rosy besides everyone

we've talked to is said that we need to see this waterfall at sunrise we already missed it this

morning because you didn't want to get a ride from that trucker because hitchhiking is dangerous

she scoffed and that guy was gross he looked like an evil jerry garcia scary garcia jenine said

with a giggle come on rosy everyone's leaving the park anyway no one will know we're here

worst case some ranger smith guy comes by and we make doe eyes at him until he just gives us a warning

rose seemed to consider it she looked over to the parking area and jenine was correct almost

everyone had already cleared out the park rangers wouldn't lock the gate until sundown

but with less than an hour to go there wasn't much to do except feed the mosquitoes a family of

six was packing everything into their station wagon a couple of teens made out on a park bench

local kids played the last downs of their football game and a red pickup truck sat unoccupied in

the far corner of the lot no one would be around to notice them and it would be nice to see the

waterfall at first light that had been their original plan after hearing about it from a couple

at a diner two days earlier the locals called it fortune falls because the water broke up and

sparkled like a cascade of diamonds at sunrise roses better safe than sorry approach had set them

back hours however when they arrived at noon the site was anything but impressive the waterfall

wasn't particularly large and only descended some 50 feet to the punch bowl below after the big

show at dawn most people moved along to the larger recreational areas it did seem unlikely park

services would spend much time locking down the tiny fortune falls site an engine turned over

and rose glanced around again the station wagon was ready to go the winning football team was

high-fiving while the losers collected their bikes from the lawn and the make-out session was

getting hot enough that it would soon need to move to a more private location that red truck

still sat there however an ominous feeling came over rose but she shrugged it off she always had an

ominous feeling it seemed okay we can stay she conceded but we better not get caught

Jeanine used the saw back of the survival knife to split a thick limb she tossed one half into

the fire and stuck the knife into the ground next to her Jeanine's boyfriend Howard was in the

ROTC back home he'd insisted she take the knife along joking that she could use the compass on the

pommel to find her way back home Jeanine watched the needle settle and look to the southeast she knew

that somewhere beyond the expansive wilderness was Kansas she'd never liked it there over the last

three days she'd come to like it even less it was boring in every possible way right down to the

men she thought as she pulled Howard's knife from the earth two more days and will be at the river

rose said folding her map there's so much more stuff to see we could come here every summer and

I don't think we'd ever find it all I don't think I want to come here next summer

Jeanine whittled at the end of the stick Jesus Rosie just look at it how could anyone go back to

Kansas once they've seen all this like you want to transfer here why not the university is a few

hundred miles that way she pointed with the knife then checked the compass and corrected her aim

that way there's an entire ocean nearby an ocean that's too cold for sharks too didn't jaws take

place in New England okay so maybe they still have sharks but there's a whole state of this she

gestured to the deep black wilderness around them have you met anyone boring in the last few days

I'm sure I have rose couldn't think of any when did you decide this I haven't decided anything

Jeanine sheathed the knife and inspected the point she'd put on the limb everywhere we've been

this week has been so alive Kansas is just an afterbirth it's like God ran out of ideas and just

left the canvas blank when he made it what about Howard the boys are cuter rose laughed

she didn't necessarily agree with her friend but there was a ruggedness about the Oregon mountain

men they'd encountered that was lacking in the Kansas stock Howard is sweet Jeanine continued

but all he can think about is the future how can anyone give a rat's ass about the future when we

have all this right now maybe you're right we got an eight mile hike tomorrow to talk about it

rose said let's get some rest we don't want to miss the sunrise showing we can make sure we have

the best view before the gates even open it's going to be magical yeah Jeanine tossed the wooden

spike into the fire there's a lot to see tomorrow the tent lit up suddenly from the outside the

bright light shown through the nylon turning the structure into an oversized lantern and roused

the girls from their slumber Jeanine rubbed her eyes trying to clear away confusion with the

sleepiness rose groaned and rolled over in her sleeping bag it cannot be morning already she mumbled

it's not Jeanine sat up sharply she could hear the gentle rumble of a truck engine outside

shit I think we're busted Rosie rose said something but the words were lost in the sudden rumble

of the motor the light became more intense as the headlights rushed closer

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for an office near you the shower of earth and rocks thrown up by the truck tires

rained noisily through the tree branches jenine watched as the tense thin skin glowed brighter

and brighter until the side collapsed and rushed towards her wrapped around a half ton of Detroit

steel jenine couldn't comprehend what was happening or that the thing that struck her was the truck's

bumper suddenly it was dark again the ravaged tent lay draped over the women rose was silent

jenine felt a crushing weight on her right arm she tried to move it but the appendage wouldn't

budge she pulled harder a lightning bolt shot through her fingertips to her elbow from the effort

rosy she cried out a gentle sob answered her the tent rustled wildly i can't move rose jenine said

what's happening rose sniffled she fought with the nylon clawing and punching at the tent as it

collapsed on top of her her voice grew panicked and shrill i can't i can't get this off me

why is this happening the truck pulled forward releasing jenine's arm from beneath its tire

the ground moved beneath them rose screamed the tent was caught on the truck

they were being dragged the fabric tore but not enough to get free jenine pulled her injured

arm close to her body and rolled over looking for a way out the engine growled as the driver hit

the gas rocks and branches tore through the bottom as the tent sped along behind the vehicle

deeper into the woods it finally came free the truck's tires slid loudly to a stop

rose found a tear and worked at it with both hands forcing it open until she could get through

jenine she searched the ruins of the tent for her friend finding a body shaped lump beneath jenine

get me out of here rosy i'm hurt bad i will oh my god we're in big trouble rose stared at the truck

unable to look away she could only discern the outline of the vehicle in the moonlight

but was convinced that it was the red pickup truck from earlier the truck reversed

turning around slowly the back bumper crunched against a tree the noise snapped rose out of

her paralysis she wrestled the tent off of jenine and gasped her friend's face was a mask of blood

her forehead was split open in a large gash showing bone beneath rose moved the flap of flesh back

over the exposed skull the headlights shined fully upon them as the truck finished writing

itself rose leaned close to jenine stay really still she whispered don't make a sound the engine

revved the driver did it two more times letting the women know he could run them down with these

then the door swung open a man stepped out of the vehicle but leaned back inside to get something

he stepped in front of the lights casting a long shadow over the women

rose couldn't see any of the man's features except the distinctive shape of a cowboy hat

a top his head and then the even more distinctive shape of the axe held at his side

why are you doing this she asked shakily she clenched her teeth and drew a deep breath

she blew it out and asked again with more force why are you doing this

yes what do you want the cowboy moved towards her without a word he swung the axe onto his shoulder

his walk was cocky and nonchalant he looked like he was out for a casual stroll

jenine groaned and rose shushed her quietly praying the cowboy didn't hear if he did he didn't

let on he just kept walking closer please stop this rose shouted she pushed her hands out

in front of her just leave us alone the cowboy swung the axe one handed the blade wooshed by

harmlessly and he placed it on the opposite shoulder spitting tobacco juice playfully at rose

he took a backhand swing rose felt the hit but didn't realize the gravity of it

until the three stumps on her right hand spurred it before she could respond the cowboy took a

two handed chop it struck with the sound of a gunshot and flung her into the dirt rose wheezed air

sputtered wetly out of her collapsing lung she rolled over hugged her chest broken ribs gouged

into her palm jenine shifted carefully in the tent her legs were still inside the sleeping bag

she moved slowly to wipe her eyes with shredded tent fabric being careful not to draw attention

to herself everything was blurry but simultaneously all too clear she could see the cowboy

and the axe and her best friend laying on the ground she closed her eyes again but it didn't

protect her from what came next she listened to the crack of the axe striking rose again why rose

asked why the cowboy answered her with another chop rose kept repeating the word and their attacker

continued to respond the same way sharp cracks became softer wetter rose's voice got weaker

and then went silent entirely two more chops followed jenine dared to look once more

the cowboy was kneeling over rose he sat on her hips and leaned on his axe jenine carefully crawled

free the blood pouring down her face slipped past her lips she knew she'd be tasting a lot more

of it if the cowboy spotted her he probably thought she was dead already she could have laid

there until he left but maybe he wouldn't have maybe he would have used the axe to make sure

she couldn't take the risk she knew begging wouldn't work it hadn't for rose once her legs were

free she brought herself into a crouch and glanced over her shoulder the cowboy was standing

but still seemed focused on rose jenine wiped her eyes again she needed a few seconds of clear vision

she pushed off in a dead sprint for the running truck she heard a frustrated curse from the cowboy

jenine stumbled bouncing off the bumper she pulled herself up and whipped inside the cab

her injured hand struggled with the shifter forcing her to use her left the cowboy ran at her

in the headlights jenine stomped the gas pedal down the tires spun and threw up dirt

they gained traction as the cowboy grabbed the open door the truck jolted forward

the cowboy stumbled tossing himself over the side of the truck bed jenine swerved around a tree

the rear window shattered and the cowboy boot struck her in the back of the head the truck

veered hard throwing her out of the open door it plowed into a stump the cowboy flew over the vehicle

and disappeared into the darkness jenine climbed woozily to her feet she ran the trees blocked the

pitiful moonlight branches tore at her skin to try to stab into her feet she bounced off the trees

and kept on running she was terrified she was blind she was hurt she was heartbroken she was flying

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the people dot com for an office near you jenine laid against the rocks the water gently

sloshed over her face and down her throat choking her back into the world of the living

the waterfall poured down across the pool from her she'd blindly ran straight over the edge in her

desperate escape it was still dark out but there was nothing blocking the moon at the waterfall

and she could inspect the damage to her arm for the first time it was swollen with the skin

deeply miscolored she could move her fingers but the pain made her wish she couldn't she knew it

was definitely broken she risked touching her forehead it wasn't bleeding as badly as she feared

but she chalked that up to being almost out of blood she knew rose was dead she laid there and

listened to her best friend die no you didn't she reminded herself you don't know she's dead

jenine looked around for any sign of the cowboy not finding any she worked her way onto the rocks

and began her hike back to the campsite she checked her watch it was a dainty pretty thing

that she'd picked out for aesthetics and not its ability to survive a 50 foot fall into a pond

she put it close to her ear it wasn't ticking the time was stuck at 3am but she had no idea when it

had stopped what she did know was that meant there was less than three hours until the park opened

she needed to get back to the campsite and check on rose then she could wait for the rangers to come

and open the park the cowboy had to be gone he couldn't know where jenine had run to and

that red truck she remembered it was still there when we left to set up the tent

he would have to leave his truck to escape he has to make sure I'm dead he's still here

more scares to come wiggly spooky will be right back

she pulled herself from the punch bowl and started up the steep incline back to the campsite

jenine was sure the cowboy was looking for her she wasn't going to make it easy for him

she had to survive if she didn't then there was nothing stopping that bastard from doing it again

and again rose might not have even been his first and she certainly wouldn't be his last

if jenine didn't get to the police there'd be dead roses all over Oregon

the hike back to the campsite came as close to killing jenine as the cowboy had

her arm throbbed as she collapsed to her friend's side

rose's face was gone her arms ravaged where she tried to defend herself

there were no errant swings the cowboy had practiced this he'd killed before

jenine was sure of that rose hadn't wanted to camp there if jenine had listened none of it

would be happening i'm sorry rosy she whimpered this is all my fault

and i'm so sorry jenine scoured at her tears aggravating the head wound in the process

she looked around quickly the truck was gone there were no headlights shining anywhere in the woods

no flashlight searching for her trail jenine tried to convince herself the cowboy was gone

but she didn't buy it maybe he's waiting for the rangers himself she thought

he could say he got stuck inside and they'd just let him go he'll be in Canada by the time they

find rosy that can't happen it won't happen i promise rosy it won't fucking happen

jenine rummaged through the wrecked tent until she found Howard's survival knife

she cut a strip of nylon and tied it around her head pulling it tight to hold the flap of skin

in place a bent up aluminum tent post made a quick splint for her arm once the wounds were taking

care of it was time for other concerns she'd helped her father cut firewood back home swinging

an axe was exhausting and slow she thrusted the knife into the air a few times that wasn't slow

at all she found her belt and attached the knife to it but could only manage to scrounge up a mixed

pair of their hiking boots rose's pack was mangled but the metal flashlight on the side had

survived jenine inspected rogue stitches on the face of the pack the jayhawk patch rose carefully

centered on it was missing the idea of the cowboy taking a trophy turned her stomach

she envisioned him mounting the patch over his mantle with souvenirs from other kills

like the antlers her father had mounted back home jenine took the light and started towards

the parking lot the red pickup was sitting in the corner spot exactly where it had been before

jenine dropped behind a bush and watched for movement there was still no sign of the occupant

or any other axe swinging psychos jenine stayed low crawling along the perimeter of the lot

with still no cowboy present jenine made her move on the truck she broke into a crouching run

and rolled to the side of the vehicle it hurt more than the tv shows led her to believe

her heart skipped a sudden dread washed over her there was something wrong or more correctly nothing

was wrong she peeked around the front of the truck to inspect the bumper it was rusty and dinged up

but she'd seen the truck rack into a tree the crash she'd heard must have done more than a few

dents she moved down the side and checked the back glass it was intact it wasn't the cowboy's truck

so where the hell is he she looked around frantically there were no other trucks no other

anything she was completely alone as far as she could tell she'd seen the tire tracks

all the way from their campsite back to the parking lot roses killer had definitely driven out

the same way he'd come in she clicked on the flashlight and set out for clues

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dot com for an office near you she shined high first hoping to catch a glint off the truck or to

spotlight the son of a bitch himself when that didn't work she moved the light down to search for

tracks a metal door clanged behind her janeen spun waving the flashlight around for the source

she froze the light hung on the blocky concrete building that housed the bathrooms

each had a steel outer door that could be padlocked during the off season

janeen snuck to the restrooms and waited she didn't hear anyone inside but knew the door was too

heavy to have blown in the barely present breeze she sat the flashlight down on the archaic

water fountain janeen drew the knife it was uncomfortable in her left hand but it was going to be

a lot more uncomfortable in the cowboys belly she pulled the outer door and pushed the other inward

with her foot no one chopped it off janeen sprang inside keeping the knife close to her body

a chunky dishevelled man threw his hands into the air hiking his keep on trucking shirt over his

belly his eyes flicked to the knife fuck shit he shook his head violently be cool be cool

you motherfucker janeen hissed where is it where's the truck right outside the man pointed

shakily not that truck that's the only one I got the man shrugged I know the sign says no camping

but stabbing is a bit fucking extreme lady aren't you supposed to write me a ticket or something

camping who are you Phil why did you try to kill me kill you lady I went to jail for being

a conscientious objector I don't even kill bugs the park is closed janeen snapped why are you here

fleetwood mac is playing and boisy this weekend he let his hands fall slapping against his thighs

I stopped here to score some weed from a buddy I got super baked and fell asleep by the falls

by the time I got back the gate was locked janeen hadn't gotten a good look at the cowboy

but she was sure he had been slimmer and taller and didn't wreak of marijuana she leaned against the

wall and started to cry if Phil wasn't the cowboy then she'd failed and the ax murderer had escaped

Phil took tentative steps towards her patting the air as he went please don't stab me he said softly

you look really banged up let's go to my truck and get you some help it's a dodge it'll crash

right through that gate what time you got janeen asked sheathing the knife Phil checked his watch

quarter past five about an hour until anyone comes to rescue you guess that makes you my

shining night you drew the short straw then he chuckled janeen let Phil help her off the wall

when a bright light assaulted her eyes what are you two doing here a strong masculine voice demanded

the park is closed the man moved the light back and forth between their faces

keeping them both blinking and blocking their eyes with their hands whoa dude chill with the

light Phil wind this lady needs help she was attacked I know the man said the flashlight

clattered to the floor janeen's vision was blurred but she could make out the curves

of the cowboy hat the ax split Phil's face and stopped in the back of his throat

Phil stumbled backwards bounced off a stall and came forward

woo wee the cowboy exclaimed we got ourselves a dancer he grabbed janeen by the hair and pulled her

close to him you see that he asked means he's dead but his body don't know it I love when that

happens I wonder if you'll be a dancer what do you think doll face you want to dance with me

janeen pulled the knife and brought it down into the cowboy's thigh he howled and let the ax fall

janeen twisted the blade and jerked back but the knife didn't budge she could see the strands

of meat caught in the saw back since it wouldn't come out she went back in she worked the saw

through his thigh until the cowboy whipped her away her face smashed into the wall breaking teeth

against the cinder blocks janeen slumped down the ax sparked off the wall janeen rolled away her

boots slipped in Phil's brains and she toppled against the sink the ax shattered the porcelain

it continued downward hacking in to janeen's foot she fell on top of Phil the cowboy straight in

his hat and limped to her he took the ax handle with both hands and rested the blade on janeen's

forehead he took each hand off in turn rolling the wrists in preparation for the killing blow

why are you doing this janeen asked someday one of you will ask an original question he said

it's always why well doll face why not how about that one he raised the ax high to show his might

the asbestos tile overhead shattered raining down dust around the cowboy the distraction

was just enough for janeen to move her head the ax buried into Phil's body the cowboy wrestled

to free it from Phil's oversized belly janeen kicked the protruding knife with her good leg

her attacker fell smacking his head on the wall tobacco juice rolled from his lips across his

fancy western shirt well i'll be damned doll face he stretched for his hat and used the trash can

to pull himself up high reckon that's a pretty fine answer to my question he put his hat back on

and unsnapped his shirt pocket he held up something for janeen to see he squeezed it into a ball

and tossed it to her i think i've had enough sport for tonight sooner rather than later

i'm going to see you dance he promised then he was gone

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that's pretty awesome um i think i saw billboard of yours recently it said that 20 billion one 20

millions insane number yeah 20 billion recovered it's actually i think somewhere north probably closer

to 22 23 after this year and each year we get bigger and better and our army grows so the number

will hopefully keep getting bigger and bigger as time goes on awesome so how does someone

get in contact with morgan and morgan what what would i do if i got into an accident probably the

easiest way is dialing pound law that's pound five two nine from your cell phone we are always open

our call centers always waiting to take your call 24 seven three sixty five wow dan morgan from morgan

and morgan america's largest injury law firm thanks for coming by the show thanks for having me

visit for the people dot com for an office near you janeen lifted the crumble jahawk patch

she crawled frantically for the exit a truck engine rumbled to life outside janeen used the

door handle to come to her knees and forced her way outside her face hit the ground she pushed

herself out into the lawn in time to see the dark blue Ford pulling from behind the outbuilding

janeen was helpless to stop him as he plowed through the gate she rolled onto her back

and held the patch to her chest she watched moths bounce off the dim yellow light overhead

the sound of the truck faded out and she laid there alone janeen wondered if the cowboy was a man

of his word and somehow knew that he was if she lived he would find her and if she lived

she'd make damn sure she was ready for him

rode kill by travis van hoose

lucus rigs was on top of the world for years he had struggled to make it as a professional

photographer a career he believed he was destined for yet he had never made a sale like the one he had

just closed he attributed his sudden success to the unorthodox and disturbing subject matter

of his latest series of photographs multiple buyers had placed competitive bids on the series

resulting in a crisp check for one hundred thousand dollars folded neatly in his back pocket

it's been a long time coming lucus thought he always knew he was talented and could hardly believe

it had taken until age thirty three to get his first big break he had flown home to Ohio

with a shitting grin plastered on his face he was eager to spread the word of his good fortune

his few friends would refer to him as arrogant they believed he expected the world to hand him

everything on a silver platter and his obsession with status defined him they all knew he was living

life on his parents dime those in the art world despised him

lucus had a habit of dismissing their work as amateurish and lacking inspiration

even though he had not sold a single piece since college he was a hypocrite with many enemies

lucus rigs his arrogance extended far beyond his photography seeping into every aspect of his life

especially his interactions with women lucus believed he was God's gift to women and would

see with rage whenever he was rejected when he looked in the mirror he saw a masterpiece and

couldn't understand why any woman would ever consider turning him down he believed they should

feel honored to be in his presence when a woman rejected him he always found a way to get his

revenge he wasn't violent by nature but he acted out when he felt slighted once he had been

snubbed by a girl at a bar when he saw her kissing another guy recognizing the car she drove to the

bar he slashed all four tires with the switchblade he always carried physically lucus was undeniably

attractive he worked out and took care of his body he had well-defined muscles and a strong jawline

his arms were covered with expensive tattoos his smile revealed full lips perfect teeth and deep

dimples his eyebrows and lashes were dark and striking framing his hazel eyes his hair short on

the sides and tussled on top seemed casually perfect though he spent at least half an hour each

morning creating the just rolled out of bed look rolling down the window of his red BMW

lucus lit a cigarette and cranked up the stereo an old rock tune blasted through the speakers

as he drummed his fingers in time with the music on the steering wheel the cocaine he had snorted

in the airport parking lot was still coursing through his veins and his buzz was keeping him sharp

and jittery he couldn't wait to get home to keep the party going the night stretched on as he

drove down an old road known as root 747 that led to rigs manor where he lived with his wealthy

parents he had the guesthouse to himself and rarely engaged with his mother and father in his mind

their only purpose was to fund the extravagant lifestyle he had been accustomed to since birth

he never set it out loud but he couldn't wait until they died so he could inherit their fortune

something he felt he was entitled to lucus's father was a day trader and his mother was a famous

lifestyle blogger together they brought in nearly thirty million dollars a year

lucus couldn't understand why they lived in ohio he continuously encouraged them to relocate

to the west coast but they refused explaining that they loved the tranquility of their small

ohio town hops and believing it kept them grounded they feared moving to a big city would change

them and challenge their humility mister and misses rigs knew they were solely responsible for

lucus's behavior they spoiled him as a child and often discussed cutting him off to find his own

way in the world but neither of them could bear the guilt of actually doing it towering

stocks of corn flanked the road the BMW was speeding down lucus's sharp eyes scanned the road ahead

the cocaine heightened his senses and his wide eyes were overly alert deer were notorious

for darting out from the sides of the road this time of year and he had no intention

of damaging his pristine BMW by hitting one just a month earlier he hit a deer on this road

but unlike the others who might swerve to avoid the deer lucus deliberately hit it for his art

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i'm an attorney and a managing partner at morgan morgan which is america's largest injury law firm

that's pretty awesome um i think i saw billboarded years recently that said that 20 billion one 20

millions insane number yeah 20 billion recovered it's actually i think somewhere north probably

closer to 22 23 after this year and each year we get bigger and batter and our army grows so the

number will hopefully keep getting bigger and bigger as time goes on awesome so how does someone

get in contact with morgan morgan what what would i do if i got into an accident probably the easiest

way is dialing pound law that's pound five two nine from your cell phone we are always open our

call centers always waiting to take your call 24 seven three sixty five wow dan morgan morgan morgan

america's largest injury law firm thanks for coming by the show thanks for having me visit for

the people dot com for an office near you an art professor once told lucus that there is beauty

and everything even death he was referring to the vibrant hues of the leaves changing color

in the fall but lucus took this to the extreme his mind fixated on route seven forty seven

the desolate stretch of road to his home it was the kind of road where you could speed for miles

before passing another car for this reason it was also littered with road kill all types of wildlife

lived in the woods and fed in the cornfield surrounding the road almost everyone who lived along

route seven forty seven had at some point hit a helpless critter on this stretch of asphalt

once a week a city cleanup crew arrived to collect and dispose of the dead carcasses

lucus often wondered what type of man could do such a job in his eyes public waste workers were

beneath him what a sad fucking existence he would think with a sneer when he saw them working

on more than one occasion he'd even tossed an empty bottle from his window at them

his lips curling in satisfaction beauty and everything even death the professor's words echoed

in lucus's mind the day he pulled his car to the side of route seven forty seven where he spotted

what looked like a dead raccoon in the middle of the road grabbing his camera he slung the strap

over his neck and stepped on to the hot asphalt he could smell the decay as the animal

rotted in the beating sun but the odor didn't bother lucus to him the scent represented art

when he arrived within touching distance of the dead and bloated animal his brilliant white teeth

appeared behind a smile that would have been disturbing if anyone else had witnessed it

large black flies buzzed around the rotting corpse and maggots were already feasting on the critter

a black beetle crawled from a hole where one of the raccoons eyes used to be

raising the camera lucus began shooting the raccoon the camera clicked and the film inside rolled

as lucus collected photograph after photograph he knelt to adjust his angle then lay flat on the hot

asphalt to snap an even lower perspective of the poor animal as he stood up he noticed large

blacked winged vultures circling above their slow ominous movements told him they would descend

to feast the moment he left he made a mental note to return in a few hours to capture the gruesome

act of the circle of life throughout that afternoon lucus captured what he considered beautiful

photographs of raccoons squirrels a possum and even a dog he had found his inspiration in death

and believed each photograph was a work of art but he craved something more something

significant smashed and strewn across the road something big and fresh

lucus spent the rest of the day developing film in his photo lab tucked in the back of the

guesthouse of rigs manner his parents had paid for every piece of expensive equipment as he watched

the pictures slowly develop he was consumed with excitement he had never seen something so

beautiful as the entrails of roadkill spilled on route 747 he was amazed at how the white maggots

shined in the bloody folds of the dark fur this calls for a celebration

lucus said aloud patting himself on the back as he admired his work

he poured himself tall glasses of whiskey and coke and he was thoroughly drunk by nightfall

that is when inspiration struck a brilliant twisted idea to complete his collection of photographs

he'd take the gardener's truck head down route 747 and scatter apples from the family orchard

along the deserted road he'd bust them open hoping the scent would lure a deer

maybe even an entire family onto the road when the moment was right he would floor the truck

propelling it forward metal meeting flesh and bone he'd then take his camera and create another

photographic masterpiece the perfect work of art to complete his collection

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i've got dan morgan here on the pod say hi dan hey how's it going today it's going good man

tell us who you are and what you do i'm dan morgan i'm an attorney and a managing partner at

morgan and morgan which is america's largest injury law firm that's pretty awesome um i think i saw

billboard of yours recently it said 20 billion one 20 billion is an insane number

yeah 20 billion recovered it's actually i think somewhere north probably closer to 22 23 after

this year and each year we get bigger and batter and our army grows so the number will hopefully

keep getting bigger and bigger as time goes on awesome so how does someone get in contact with

morgan and morgan what what would i do if i got into an accident probably the easiest way is

dialing pound law that's pound five two nine from your cell phone we are always open our call

centers always waiting to take your call 247 365 wow dan morgan from morgan and morgan america's

largest injury law firm thanks for coming by the show thanks for having me visit for the people

dot com for an office near you returning from his art exhibit in california lucas hadn't seen a

single piece of roadkill on route 747 he was still 30 miles from home and eager to tell his parents

about his good fortune letting them know he would relocate to california he couldn't wait to hold

up his check and prove to his parents he had finally made it he'd have called ahead but had left

his cell phone in the hotel room in california it was being shipped back to rigs manor the next day

up ahead something caught his eye this time it wasn't roadkill it was a woman a stunning woman

she stood on the edge of the road with a brown suitcase in one hand and her skirt hiked up

with the other her leg gleamed in the moonlight and the headlights of his car

even from a distance he could see the woman smile her long blonde hair blew gently in the evening

breeze lucas eased his foot off the gas pedal pulling the car to the side of the road

he assumed the woman needed a ride and lucas was more than willing to offer one

perhaps even more if the opportunity presented itself as the car rolled to a stop the woman swiftly

moved toward the vehicle her suitcase gone lucas barely blinked his eyes before both the front

and back passenger doors swung open the vixen slid gracefully into the front seat while a

strangely dark rough looking man slid into the back what the fuck lucas froze as both the doors

slammed shut i thought she was alone he became instantly nervous jumping slightly when the

cigarette he had been smoking had burned down to his fingertips searing his skin he flicked the

butt out the window without taking his eyes off his passengers his eyes darted to the rear view mirror

he had seen enough movies to know he might be in a terrible predicament

thanks for picking us up the blue eyed vixen said with a comforting smile i'm doris and that's my

boyfriend Derek she nodded toward the back seat no problem lucas's tone was sharp and steady

although he was nervous his hand trembled as he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles

turned white he didn't like the idea of a strange guy sitting behind him too many horror stories

about people picking up hitchhikers and being robbed or murdered started this way

don't worry we're not psychopaths doris laughed lightly as if she could read his mind

we were riding with another guy but he kept getting handsy so we had him drop us off

he's not the type of guy Derek and i would invite into our bedroom she remarked playfully

lucas's shoulders relaxed slightly he wasn't against the idea of joining doris and her boyfriend

in the bedroom as he couldn't take his eyes off her yeah you have to be careful who you ride with

or pick up these days lucas said glancing at Derek in the rear view mirror he was tall and

lanky and lucas knew he could take him in a fight as long as the guy didn't have a weapon

he also had long brown hair which lucas considered to be sissy hair

he didn't believe real men should grow their hair long unless they were bikers

where are you headed doris asked home i live about 30 miles down the road

lucas glanced at the glove compartment wishing his switchblade was in his pocket instead of

locked away perfect we can find our way to town from there we're just trying to meet up with

some friends they were supposed to pick us up from the bus station but their car broke down

doris said with a smile sorry to hear that lucas put the car and drive pulled back onto the road

and speeded down route 747 once again he kept his eye on Derek through the rear view mirror

to ensure he wasn't up to something sinister but he sat quietly holding the brown suitcase on

his lap there was a big white sticker on the side that declared pork sucks the rock music on

the stereo played softly almost blending into the engines home i don't even remember turning it

down lucas thought don't you get scared driving on these old roads alone at night doris asked

scared should i have something to be scared about lucas knew the cocaine buzzing through his

system was most likely making him paranoid he shook off the creeping anxiety but remained on guard

not really i like this occlusion it's beautiful out here lucas replied focusing on doris

he prayed that she didn't hear the tremor in his voice this time he couldn't hide it

something was off about the couple but he couldn't put his finger on it he regretted picking

them up but couldn't think of a way to politely get them out of his car so he stepped harder on the

gas pedal speeding up to get to his house as soon as possible i just think it's creepy out here

doris said her voice soft she crossed her legs in a deliberate motion and lucas couldn't help but

notice we heard strange sounds when we were standing alongside the road i started to imagine spirits

lurking in the woods or cornfields she laughed nervously i've never seen a ghost out here lucas

scoffed he didn't believe in such foolishness i drive this road almost daily and the grizzliest

thing i've seen has been roadkill no ghosts lucas replied calmly really doris asked

what the hell does she mean by really a sound came from the back seat it was slow heavy breathing

if that dude is masturbating behind that suitcase i will be pissed lucas couldn't bring himself to

look in the rear view mirror he was focused on doris who shifted her skirt higher lucas was sure

she was intentionally giving him a show yeah i hit a deer out here a few weeks back

tore the shit out of the front hood of the truck i was driving lucas said his voice thick

he felt himself growing hard he didn't know if it was because of doris or from remembering how

beautiful the dead deer had been when he smeared it across the road he could still remember that

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of yours recently it said 20 billion one 20 billion insane number yeah 20 billion recovered it's

actually i think somewhere north probably closer to 22 23 after this year and each year we get

bigger and batter and our army grows so the number will hopefully keep getting bigger and bigger

as time goes on awesome so how does someone get in contact with morgan morgan what what would i do if

i got into an accident probably the easiest way is dialing pound law that's pound five two nine from

your cell phone we are always open our call centers always waiting to take your call 247 365 wow

dan morgan morgan morgan america's largest injury law firm thanks for coming by the show

thanks for having me visit for the people dot com for an office near you

after scattering apples along the pavement Lucas pulled the gardeners beat up green truck to

the side of route 747 and waited with the headlights on he knew most deer were reckless when it came

to light people said they ran straight toward the light as if they were drawn to them like moths

to a flame Lucas didn't have to wait long from the edge of the cornfield

a large deer had emerged cautious but curious its legs moving hesitantly across the grass

before stepping on to the pavement it placed its nose against the concrete sniffing the broken

apples on the asphalt tapping the apples with its nose it lifted its beautiful head to stare

directly at Lucas and the truck then hunger one over fear and it dipped its head again nibbling

at the apples tightening his seatbelt Lucas eased the truck to the center of the road

the deer didn't seem to notice or care he pressed the gas slowly at first then harder

the deer looked up with only a few seconds left to escape but was frozen in the headlights

Lucas hit the accelerator colliding with the deer he heard the sickening thud followed by the

scrape of the body hitting the bumper as it flew up and over the hood before landing on the

pavement fuck yeah Lucas screamed spittle flying from his lips he slammed on the brakes coming to

a screeching halt he placed the truck in park open the door and ran to the deer it was twitching

and making horrible sounds it was still alive struggling to get up but Lucas could see one of the

legs was broken and bleeding nearly torn from the hip blood was pulling around its mangled body

but that wasn't enough for Lucas he wanted more slick blood torn flesh and twisted organs

Lucas was panting as he jumped back into the truck put it in drive and floored it

he felt the dull crunch as the tires rolled over the deer the brakes squealed as he put the truck

into reverse backing over the deer this time the tires crushed its skull and tore its flesh

from its bones its guts smeared across the road Lucas killed the engine grabbed his camera

and ran to the deer it was still twitching barely alive his hands trembled with excitement as he

began snapping photos each one more beautiful than the first it was the most incredible work of art

he had ever created amid the frenzy of his work he didn't hear the faint cries from the cornfield

a noise that was both animalistic and disturbingly human

was the deer okay? Doris lowered her eyes then stared out the windshield

her voice was slow and quiet almost haunting Lucas shook away the vivid memory of killing

the deer wondering why the hell she asked if the deer was okay he thought it was just a pointless

animal with no soul or purpose even if its meat tasted foul don't know Lucas lied with a casual

shrug i got out and it was still moving a little but i didn't know what to do so i just drove on

leaving it on the roadside he didn't want to share the secret of his creative process

that was just for him to savor you hit a poor defenseless animal and left it to die on the roadside

Doris's voice wavered with shock Lucas turned to look at her her eyes which had been a beautiful

shade of blue now appeared almost entirely black as if her pupils had dilated erasing all color

it had to be the faint glow from the stereo display playing tricks on him

Lucas glanced into the rearview mirror and was pleased to see the guy in the back seat

staring blankly out the window uninterested in their conversation

he reached for his cigarette in the center console grabbed one and placed it between his lips

do you mind he asked Doris shook her head slowly

Lucas lit the cigarette taking a long drag to calm his nerves

it was just an animal he muttered wanting to change the subject

he tried to switch the conversation to see if the couple was interested in going to his guesthouse

to party for a bit and let Doris show off more of her legs his mind flicked to the fat check

in his pocket he was no longer afraid of the situation he wanted to celebrate his big win

just an animal what the hell do you mean by that that deer was a living and breathing organism

it had a family and friends it even had kids Doris screamed in rage

Lucas almost laughed at the absurdity he assumed she was an animal activist or a dirty hippie

he hated hippies he nervously took another drag of his cigarette noticing the sincerity in the girl's

eyes at the same time he once again heard the man in the back seat breathing heavily

it's going good man tell us who you are and what you do I'm Dan Morgan I'm an attorney and a

managing partner at Morgan Morgan which is America's largest injury law firm that's pretty awesome

um I think I saw billboard of yours recently it said 20 billion one 20 million is an insane number

yeah 20 billion recovered it's actually I think somewhere north probably closer to 22 23 after

this year and each year we get bigger and batter and our army grows so the number will hopefully

keep getting bigger and bigger as time goes on awesome so how does someone get in contact with

Morgan and Morgan what what would I do if I got into an accident probably the easiest way is

dialing pound law that's pound five two nine from your cell phone we are always open our call

center is always waiting to take your call 24 7 365 wow Dan Morgan from Morgan and Morgan America's

largest injury law firm thanks for coming by the show thanks for having me visit for the people

for an office near you it was a deer just an animal no harm was done

Lucas said flatly he glanced in the rear view mirror as fear crawled up the back of his neck

he froze his cigarette hanging from his lips as the heavy breathing from the back seat turned

into a low guttural growl Lucas's heart pounded in his chest as sweat pulled under his armpits

it wasn't just a deer it was my father Doris screamed her voice trembling with fury

what the fuck Lucas hiss I think it's time I drop you too off

Lucas wanted to say more but the words died in his throat

Lucas's foot eased off the gas as his trembling hand reached for the gear shift

cigarette smoke burned his eyes as Doris's face began to change

her soft porcelain skin faded replaced with coarse bristly brown fur shocked his cigarette fell

from his lips landing between his legs he slammed the brakes as her long blonde hair morphed into a

thick brown pelt sprouting from her scalp Lucas didn't want to believe his eyes as he stared back at

Doris's unblinking black as tar eyes Doris the woman was no longer sitting next to him replaced

by something else the growling from the back seat increased Lucas dared to look into the rear

view mirror just in time to see the man Doris called Derek now with the face and hooves of a deer

his mouth stretched unnaturally wide deer don't have teeth like that Lucas's mind screamed

the teeth were elongated into jagged razor sharp points Derek lurched forward the suitcase tumbling

aside Lucas let out a strangled scream as Derek's teeth sank into his cheek blood rolled down

his neck as the flesh was torn from the bone his foot slipped from the brake pedal as the car

inched forward into the ditch next to the cornfield this can't be fucking happening

Lucas's mind twisted but he couldn't deny what was occurring the two strange hitchhikers

had transformed before his eyes into deer with razor sharp teeth we are more than roadkill

we are alive we are man and beast Doris's distorted voice roared as she bit into his side

Lucas cried out in pain blood dripping from his torn flesh Derek spoke for the first time

she watched you hit him and run him over again and again had I been there you would have been dead

that night we've been watching you and waiting for this moment

their deer and people this was the last coherent thought Lucas had as Doris and Derek

tore him apart with teeth and claws they ripped open his stomach spilling his guts just like he had

done to Doris's father when the grizzly task was done Doris and Derek began to shift back

to their human forms their clothes were tattered and torn as they sat naked covered in blood

Doris leaned over kissing Derek gently thank you baby she whispered through tears

Derek nodded pulling the suitcase from the back seat

he ripped Lucas's still warm heart from his chest and placed it inside the suitcase

to bring to the others as proof of their revenge they scattered Lucas's remains draping his

entrails across the road recreating the exact scene he had left behind the night he killed Doris's

father as the winds swept across Route 747 Lucas's shredded $100,000 check fluttered free

later that night Lucas's mangled corpse would be discovered the most gruesome road kill ever found

on Route 747 in Hobbs End Ohio

all right my spookies there it is four stories for the

eyes of March where the universe keeps receipts except no returns and somehow always knows

you're forwarding address because revenge doesn't always kick in the door wearing a hockey mask

sometimes it shows up polite patient smiling sometimes it's a small town that feels like a warm

blanket until you realize it's actually a net sometimes it's the woods quiet beautiful and

absolutely not interested in your survival plan and sometimes it's the road where your headlights

only show you what's immediately about to ruin your evening so if you're heading to bed

lock the door and don't overthink the noises downstairs if you're driving keep your eyes

forward and if you see something on the side of the road that makes your stomach drop ask yourself

do I need to be a hero or do I need to get home alive with a funny story next Saturday we'll

have another collection of the eyes of March for you to enjoy so make sure you're subscribed and

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spooky until next time don't forget the scariest part isn't the knife it's the moment you realize

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