by Samantha Sterner
“Them woods are dangerous,” the old man said, his voice crackling with disuse. “I would stay away.” They thanked him and paid for their gas and chips. “People disappear there,” he called after them. And though they believed him, they went anyway. If they heeded every warning of evil, they would never get anywhere.
Samantha Sterner lives and writes in North Carolina. Her work has been featured in Candelight, MicroHorror, and The Monsters Next Door.