Business as usual in the world of Cletus T. Broshus…
When we last left off, Darren and Chris had made their way to Ellijay, Georgia in order to investigate a mysterious case of a father and son disappearing into the woods when Darren reveals he might have had alternate motives for making the drive. A few plates of barbecue and a curse chat later, Darren finds himself with a date with destiny as he finally had scored himself a meeting with Cletus himself…
So, please, sit back, relax… maybe spark up some kind green… and enjoy the next installment of Cletus T. Broshus and the Blue Ridge Beast…
Cletus T. Broshus
And The Blue Ridge Beast
A Meeting at Last...
Darren navigates his car down the narrow mountain road cautiously, his eyes jumping along the roadsides reading signs. It had started raining a few hours earlier, after he and Chris checked into their hotel. He'd left Chris there, by request of Mr. Broshus (not that Chris minded being kept out of the weirdo meet and greet), taking the journey out into the mountainside alone.
Darren hadn't worried about heading up by himself until he started getting close, the story of that long ago night in central Florida that sparked this whole damned hunt coming to life in his imagination.
He'd never put any actual thought into his research... Always seeing the "story" and less its "characters". But making the spooky drive up the narrow mountain roads, he could feel his stomach start to twist with nerves as sweat slowly ran off his forehead; the images of someone blasting his way into the demonic bloodbath flooded his mind as he guided his car around the tight cut mountain road, hearing the shrieks of the slaughtered innocent and demonic alike as his tires screamed to hold grip on slick banked roads. It nearly made him sick, watching the mental shooter game in his mind as blurs of rocky green ran by his rain blurred window.
"You sure you wanna do this?" He remembered Chris asking him as he walked out their room
Of course he was, he had protested, once again citing his nearly year long obsession with the story.
"But are you ready..." He could still hear Chris asking.
"Ready to walk into what you believe is the living room of some stone cold killer who has evaded any sort of detection of a year... He might not be all that friendly once he figures out why you're there."
He left before Chris could talk sense back into him, deep down knowing his grim warnings were true.
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