“And they would pay—they all did. Even those who couldn’t afford it would try to find the means, or barter goods in exchange—because these days, everyone needed the protection his craft could provide. The war in the north distracted the Lords from their duties, and raiders ran free, robbing and killing with impunity.”
The Bone Merchant
“Frank had actually called it the Lock of Mortality, but Frank was full of strange ideas. He’d claimed they were sent to him by God, but the townsfolk had come to a darker conclusion, ultimately freeing him from the evil by way of a rope and a tree.”
“Nobody knew exactly what the bugs got out of it. Scientists had proposed several theories about human secretions, but nobody had been able to safely study the relationship. Still, whatever it was, the harvesters got the best of the deal–and all you had to do to get your share of the pot was let a million tiny insects crawl all over your naked body.”
Twilight Zone horror
“You’d drive out of town along the same tree-lined road that you’d driven in on, but somewhere along the way you’d find yourself going back up the mountain instead of down it. You didn’t turn around; you didn’t have to. And somehow, you never saw it happen.”
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