Premise: It’s the 70s, and something seems to be seeping through the rural parts of America. Discomfort grows as inexplicable sightings, gruesome accidents and conspiracies seem to grow in the shade of the Four Corners. History past and present gets muddled in rivers of superstition and hidden truths, soon to run red.
This is my second attempt at a sci-fi epistolary/blog-esque narrative.