A story from my misspent youth in the wilds of the Cherokee Nation. Pre-cable TV fun for us was driving the backroads & finding ways to scare our classmates. One surefire place to this end was a remote, lonely stretch road called Beaver Gap. Tales of spooks associated with the place had been going on for years, having a cemetery right there handy didn’t hurt much. This is the story of the last time I was ever at Beaver Gap at night…
Within the Realm 