Hi. My name is Alexis Hembree, and I'm a cop. My partner and I are good at our jobs, except we don't tend to work what others would call a normal beat. For some reason we draw evil to us like flies to sugar. Sometimes there are things in this world we can't explain or anticipate. But when they cross that line between their existence and ours, when they show up, we have to deal with them as best we can. Some cops fight criminals. We fight something that never should have existed.
Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O And on this farm he had some pigs E I E I O With a hack hack here, and a chop chop there, Here a shriek, there a scream Everywhere the blood streams... Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O In rural Georgia in 1931, a man was lucky to get any kind of work. Which was why Cletus Pink felt he'd been blessed when an old farmer named MacDonald offered him a job. But what was making the horrific sounds coming from the main house? Worse, why was there always f... more info>>
Something lives in the big black plastic garbage bag. Something that isn't human. Something that depends on the goodwill of others to provide it with food. Fortunately, it's not particular if its meal is dead, long dead... or alive.
Amanda Storey was sent by her company to a tiny rural town to convince the community that having a chain mega-supermarket built there would be a boon to their economy and job market. She never showed up for the town hall meeting, even though the company insists she was scheduled to be there. The motor inn where she had reservations claimed she never checked in, and police have not found any trace of her body or her car. This is what happened.