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VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 90's Rate!

2020.09.02 18:00 steelstepladder VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 90's Rate!

Intro Please Watch

Remember when VH1 played music retrospectives around the clock? I sure do and I miss it terribly. If you weren't around for the series at it's peak, it's easy to miss how great these specials were. Just by looking at some of their lists at face value the order of the songs could be a little wonky to say the least, even if the spots were chosen by votes. But when you step back from the specifics and look at the big picture, you would get an extremely diverse and thorough crash course into the trends and music of the time. You'd get the indie darlings, the headlining acts, the flashes in the pans, the award winners, and the novelty acts all in one. It's better to not think of their lists as statements of overall quality, but more as the definitive songs that created the soundtrack of the decade. If you don't know much about a particular genre or decade of music, their lists are an incredible first step into discovering so much great music. Me and my lovely cohost u/pearllouise will be hosting this great look into the past where we will be rating their greatest songs of the 90's list! From TRL pop to gangsta rap to grunge it's all here! Throw on some flannel to get into the mood because things are about to get totally tubular!

A brief history of the series

VH1 started their "The Greatest" series in 2002 when they counted down the 100 sexiest artists of all time (number one was Madonna, of course it was Madonna). The early specials were not really what they would be known for as they still had a bit of time before they found their groove. Mostly the earlier episodes would be more along the lines of "50 Greatest Teen Idols" and "100 Most Outrageous Celebrity Moments" and stuff like that. Early "The Greatest" episodes did have their moments like their list of hard rock bands, but when I see people talk about their favorite countdowns I mostly see people bring up the late 2000's episodes. The first decade end retrospective came out in 2006 when the counted down the 100 Greatest Songs of the 80's and this was the first time I stumbled upon the series and I immediately fell in love. The series would continue on this trend with 90's and 00's retrospectives as well as counting down the greatest one hit wonders of both the 80's and the 90's.
Luckily enough for us, somebody was kind enough to upload almost the entire"100 Greatest One Hit Wonders of the 80's" special onto Youtube so if you're curious to see what they were like feel free to check that out. If you don't want to watch, imagine 100 bite sized One Hit Wonderland episodes by Todd in the Shadows and you kind of get the idea. As a matter of fact Todd has mentioned in the past that the specials were influential on his content and the phrase "One Hit Wonderland" is actually mentioned several times throughout the 80's retrospective. Most of the series has unfortunately been lost to time which makes it all the more important that we look back at one of the most popular countdowns they did, and rerank all the songs in Popheads image.

The 100 Greatest Songs of the 90's

In 2007 VH1 released their Greatest Songs of the 90's special. These are the songs we will be rating.
  1. Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Spirit
  2. U2 – One
  3. Backstreet Boys – I Want It That Way
  4. Whitney Houston – I Will Always Love You
  5. Madonna – Vogue
  6. Sir Mix-A-Lot – Baby Got Back
  7. Britney Spears – …Baby One More Time
  8. TLC – Waterfalls
  9. R.E.M. – Losing My Religion
  10. Sinéad O’Connor – Nothing Compares 2 U
  11. Pearl Jam – Jeremy
  12. Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know
  13. Dr. Dre (Feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg) – Nuthin but a G Thang
  14. Mariah Carey – Vision of Love
  15. Red Hot Chili Peppers – Under the Bridge
  16. MC Hammer – U Cant Touch This
  17. Destiny’s Child – Say My Name
  18. Metallica – Enter Sandman
  19. Beastie Boys – Sabotage
  20. Hanson – MMMBop
  21. Celine Dion – My Heart Will Go On
  22. Beck – Loser
  23. Salt-N-Pepa with En Vogue – Whatta Man
  24. House of Pain – Jump Around
  25. Soundgarden – Black Hole Sun
  26. Eminem – My Name Is
  27. Counting Crows – Mr. Jones
  28. Ricky Martin – Livin la Vida Loca
  29. Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby
  30. *NSYNC – Tearin Up My Heart
  31. Radiohead – Creep
  32. BLACKstreet – No Diggity
  33. Spice Girls – Wannabe
  34. Third Eye Blind – Semi-Charmed Life
  35. Oasis – Wonderwall
  36. C+C Music Factory – Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)
  37. Green Day – Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
  38. Christina Aguilera – Genie In A Bottle
  39. Goo Goo Dolls – Iris
  40. Color Me Badd – I Wanna Sex You Up
  41. Spin Doctors – Two Princes
  42. Collective Soul – Shine
  43. En Vogue – My Lovin' (You’re Never Gonna Get It)
  44. The Fugees – Killing Me Softly With His Song
  45. Hootie & the Blowfish – Only Wanna Be With You
  46. Shania Twain – Youre Still the One
  47. Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch – Good Vibrations
  48. Matchbox Twenty – 3 AM
  49. Jewel – Who Will Save Your Soul
  50. Alice in Chains – Man in the Box
  51. Tupac (Feat. Dr. Dre and Roger Troutman) – California Love
  52. Sugar Ray – Fly
  53. Naughty by Nature – O.P.P.
  54. Joan Osborne – One of Us
  55. Fiona Apple – Criminal
  56. L.L. Cool J – Mama Said Knock You Out
  57. Jay-Z featuring Amil and Ja Rule – Can I Get A…
  58. Sophie B. Hawkins – Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover
  59. Weezer – Buddy Holly
  60. Bell Biv DeVoe – Poison
  61. Sheryl Crow – All I Wanna Do
  62. Live – I Alone
  63. The Notorious B.I.G. (Feat. Mase & Puff Daddy) – Mo Money Mo Problems
  64. The Presidents of the United States of America – Peaches
  65. Digital Underground – The Humpty Dance
  66. Edwin McCain – Ill Be
  67. Deee-Lite – Groove Is In The Heart
  68. Will Smith – Gettin Jiggy Wit It
  69. Korn – Freak on a Leash
  70. Jamiroquai – Virtual Insanity
  71. Arrested Development – Tennessee
  72. Barenaked Ladies – One Week
  73. Marcy Playground – Sex and Candy
  74. Cher – Believe
  75. Kris Kross – Jump
  76. Blues Traveler – Run-Around
  77. Ice Cube – It Was a Good Day
  78. Lenny Kravitz – Are You Gonna Go My Way
  79. Meredith Brooks – Bitch
  80. Right Said Fred – I'm Too Sexy
  81. Paula Cole – I Don't Want to Wait
  82. Geto Boys – Mind Playing Tricks on Me
  83. The Breeders – Cannonball
  84. Snow – Informer
  85. Cypress Hill – Insane In The Brain
  86. The Cranberries – Linger
  87. Billy Ray Cyrus – Achy Breaky Heart
  88. Duncan Sheik – Barely Breathing
  89. Liz Phair – Never Said
  90. New Radicals – You Get What You Give
  91. Sarah McLachlan – Building a Mystery
  92. Public Enemy – 911 Is A Joke
  93. Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories – Stay
  94. Fastball – The Way
  95. Montell Jordan – This is How We Do It
  96. Nelson – (Cant Live Without Your) Love and Affection
  97. Prince & The New Power Generation – Gett Off
  98. EMF – Unbelievable
  99. Missy "Misdemeanor” Elliott – The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
  100. Gerardo – Rico Suave

Bonus Rate

We also have an optional bonus rate of a few 90's songs that we felt deserve recognition. Some of these were songs given by VH1 that you could vote on but missed the cut, where as others are important products of their time that we felt deserved some form of representation.
  1. Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet
  2. The Cure - Friday I'm In Love
  3. Foo Fighters - Everlong
  4. Genuwine - Pony
  5. Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs
  6. LFO - Summer Girls
  7. No Doubt - Just a Girl
  8. Portishead - Glory Box
  9. Pulp - Common People
  10. Sublime - Santeria
RULES/INSTRUCTIONS
Here are the rules that I mostly copy and pasted from the disco rate on how to submit scores.
Korn - Freak On a Leash: 3 I prefer my freaks to be free range
That is THE ONLY WAY to properly form comments. Here are some incorrect examples
The Presidents of the United States of America – Peaches 5 Got pears in animal crossing. Still salty
Sinéad O’Connor – Nothing Compares 2 U: I'm giving this song a 2 because there's a 2 in the title
*NSYNC – Tearin Up My Heart: (1) Man of the Woods really tore up my heart JUSTIN

Okay now, here's where things get a little funky so even if you've participated in rates before please read!!!

OPTION ONE: HERE IS THE PASTEBIN LINK

OPTION TWO: HERE IS PART 1 AND HERE IS PART 2

Last thing is HERE is the link to the spotify playlist and HERE is apple music's playlist!!!

Turn on some Ren and Stimpy, get out your beanie babies, and fill out a ballot It's time to get radical!!
Be sure to participate in last month's rates!
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2020.04.13 18:10 daprice82 Wrestling Observer Rewind ★ Feb. 25, 2002

Going through old issues of the Wrestling Observer Newsletter and posting highlights in my own words. For anyone interested, I highly recommend signing up for the actual site at f4wonline and checking out the full archives.
PREVIOUSLY: The Complete Wrestling Observer Rewind 1991-2001
1-7-2002 1-14-2002 1-21-2002 1-28-2002
2-4-2002 2-11-2002 2-18-2002
  • "It was one of those moments," Dave says to start the issue. He's of course talking about the moment on Raw this week when The Rock came out and challenged Hulk Hogan to a match at Wrestlemania. What originally seemed on paper like just another big match suddenly became a dream match transcending generations and completely captivated the crowd. Hogan was better on the mic here than he's ever been in his entire career. Dave lists some of the most memorable moments in wrestling history and puts this up there with them as an all-time classic moment. He goes into detail about how a lot of those moments (Hogan heel turn, Austin stuns Vince for the first time, Andre/Hogan, etc.) were catalysts that turned around business and led to a boom period. Of course, after a commercial break, they followed this moment up with a lame angle of Hogan driving a forklift into an ambulance with Rock inside. After the magic of the promo, to follow it up with that angle felt like a fart in church. Dave says he had heard about the ambulance/forklift angle a week ago but thought it was something that was planned for Wrestlemania or the Raw the night after. The idea Dave had heard was Rock would win the match with Hogan and the next night, they would do the ambulance angle to give the NWO their heat back and Rock would take time off. But alas, that was not to be. Dave suspects it may be because Rock wants time off now because, if you recall last week, he's burned out from wrestling and filming the movie and he has a 6-month old daughter he sure would like to see once in awhile. Anyway, Dave goes into exhaustive detail on some of the biggest angles in wrestling history and how they changed the business. Whether or not this Rock/Hogan challenge will have the same effect remains to be seen but Dave says this feels like the biggest match since Hogan/Andre in 1987. All in all, it was a career defining moment for both guys. (I mean, yeah. If this moment didn't give you goosebumps, why are you even a wrestling fan?)
The Rock challenges Hulk Hogan for Wrestlemania 18
  • So....the original 3 NWO members are now in the WWF and Dave has lots of thoughts on it. Aside from Hall's incident on his first day in, everyone has been behaving so far. They did all the right things, sold for Rock and Austin on the mic, bumped all over the place for Austin during the beat down angle, they were cordial and humble and friendly to everyone backstage. There's still a lot of skepticism about whether Hall will last until Wrestlemania, and even though there weren't any incidents, Hall in particular still seems to be rubbing people the wrong way in general, and the locker room was tense. But otherwise, so far so good for the most part. Of course, there's still a lot of people that aren't happy about these 3 guys coming in and immediately locking up some of the top spots in the company. Guys like Edge and RVD just got knocked way down the totem pole by these guys showing up. But time will tell how it all goes. Austin has agreed to work with Hall at Wrestlemania and they'll be working house shows together before then. Hogan is expected to work with Rikishi on an upcoming house show. Nash isn't expected to have a match at Wrestlemania but will be in Hall's corner. But despite rumors, Nash isn't being kept as a backup plan in case Hall flakes out. Apparently, the belief is that even Austin wouldn't be able to carry Nash to a watchable match, so if Hall doesn't make it to WM, the backup plan is for Austin vs. Kurt Angle.
  • Did I mention Dave has a lot of thoughts on this? Because we ain't done. Hall and Nash spent 2 days in Cincinnati working out at HWA to try to get back in ring shape and work on some things. Dave thinks it was a political move designed to show everyone they're trying to be team players and he doesn't buy it a bit. For what it's worth, I agree with most things Dave has ever written in this newsletter (and I've read a lot of them) but he has a serious hate-boner for Hall, Nash, and Hogan around this time that's difficult to ignore. No doubt those guys earned their reputations and I understand why Dave feels the way he feels, but he doesn't even pretend to give these guys the benefit of the doubt in a new company. It's one of the very few times in doing these Rewinds that I feel like Dave may be being a little unfair. But then again, I'm also reading it with 2020 eyes. Back in 2002 when this was written, the actions of all three of these guys were a lot more fresh and they were almost universally despised within the business. So whatever, I dunno.
  • Anyway, Hall and Nash also arrived late to Raw this week, in a limo. Needless to say it raised some eyebrows, not just because they were late, but also because not even Rock and Austin show up in limos. Hall and Nash said the night before, they had been told to be at the arena at 11am for a meeting with the creative team. So they did, but the team didn't show up until 12:30. Hall and Nash were annoyed, feeling like they were being tested. So the next day, at Raw, they were asked again to show up to the arena at 11am and this time, they said, "Fuck that" and intentionally showed up at 2pm instead. So yeah, this whole relationship is off to a great start.
  • Nash is also pushing hard for X-Pac to be added to their NWO group. Dave says if it happens, it won't be until after Wrestlemania. But if it happens, there's gonna be a lot of people upset. X-Pac, like it or not, is pretty much an undercard guy (prior to his injury a few months ago, he was feuding with Kidman and Tajiri for the cruiserweight title, just to give you an idea of where he was in the pecking order around this time). So if X-Pac returns from injury and immediately leapfrogs everyone else on the roster to join the main event NWO angle because Nash politicked for his friend, that will pretty much confirm everything everyone already believes about them. But anyway, Triple H is also pushing for X-Pac to be involved, so there's a considerable push to make it happen (and sure enough, next month, X-Pac joins the group. Maybe Dave's pessimistic view of these guys isn't unwarranted after all...) In other news, there's still no talk whatsoever about including Shawn Michaels. There has been talk about bringing in Eric Bischoff, but nothing serious.
  • Edge was expected to face William Regal at Wrestlemania, with the idea of crowning Edge as the new IC champion in his hometown. But the Edge/Regal matches on house shows have been getting a lukewarm response and the feeling is that the angle has dragged already and they may just wrap it up sooner and build Edge and Regal for different matches at WM instead (yup, that's what ends up happening).
  • Oh yeah, there was a PPV. No Way Out is in the books and featured the return of Hogan, Nash, and Hall. It was the first appearance for Hulk Hogan in a WWF ring since his final house show in Aug. 1993. Overall, the PPV was probably the weakest WWF shows in months, partly due to the completely dead crowd. Dave thinks bringing out the NWO at the beginning of the show may have killed everything that followed. The PPV sold out in about an hour when tickets went on sale, so it's not like these weren't rabidly interested fans, but when the bell rang, they were dead and even Austin and Rock had trouble keeping their attention during the matches. None of the show was bad, but none of it was particularly great either. It was all just there. The main event of Austin vs. Jericho was marred somewhat by a fight in the crowd between two women that lasted several minutes and took everyone's attention away from the match.
WATCH: The NWO returns at No Way Out 2002
  • Other notes from the PPV: DDP beat Big Boss Man in the pre-show Heat match. DDP's eye is all messed up from a stiff shot he took from Val Venis in a match the night before. The NWO came out for their promo and there was a moment where they joked about Scott Hall's drinking. Dave finds it pretty uncomfortable to be portraying Hall as this "cool" drunk guy given how serious his problems are, and Dave said he got several letters from people in recovery who were furious about WWF making light of Hall's issues. RVD vs. Goldust was RVD's worst PPV match in years because of the styles clash. Goldust is an experienced technician and RVD's weaknesses became glaringly apparent when trying to work that style, and he looked extremely sloppy. Flair cost Undertaker his match against Rock, which sets up the UndertakeFlair match for Wrestlemania. The Triple H/Kurt Angle match had Stephanie McMahon as the referee and there was a spot early in the match where Angle clotheslined her over the top rope and it was a hell of a bump. Dave gives Stephanie all the credit in the world, because she flew over the top perfectly and Dave says it was one of the highlights of the show (yeah, I just went back and watched it and for somebody completely untrained, she nailed that spot beautifully). But of course, she came back out before the match was over and the whole thing ended up just being background to the Triple H/Stephanie drama and Dave ain't feeling it. Austin/Jericho was a brutal chop fest and overall was the best match on the show, but the overbooked finish and ref bumps was all too much. It ended with the NWO beating down Austin, but after the show was off the air, Hall came back out and Austin recovered and stunned him to send the fans home happy. He also poured beer all over Hall, which was not planned and backstage, Kevin Nash threw a fit about it. He went to Jim Ross and said Hall is on anti-alcohol medication that causes him to get violently sick if he tastes, or even smells, alcohol and Nash felt Austin was purposely trying to dump beer in Hall's face.
  • (The above story is interesting. On the Bruce Prichard podcast, they talk about the segment a few weeks later where Austin had Hall tied up backstage and was pouring beer on him and they talk about how Hall got sick. In the podcast, Prichard claims they didn't know Hall was taking this medication until the night they filmed that backstage scene. But according to this, Nash was making everyone aware of it the night of the No Way Out PPV, which was weeks before that. Also, there's a couple of other instances during house shows where Dave reports Austin was pouring beer on Hall after matches. Honestly, sounds to me like there were people in the company that were actively trying to fuck with Hall. But who knows.)
  • FMW, the death match promotion started by Atsushi Onita in Japan in 1989, is the latest casualty of the declining wrestling business, announcing this week that they're closing down. At its peak in the early/mid-90s, FMW was drawing upwards of 55,000 fans to major stadium shows and changed the face of Japanese wrestling by inspiring dozens of copycats. FMW also can be credited for being a big inspiration behind ECW in the United States and all the copycats that stemmed from it (CZW, XPW, etc.). Eventually, Onita left the company he started (selling his shares to company president Shoichi Arai in 1998) and that was the beginning of the end, as business began to plummet. By last year, FMW had laid off much of its office staff and was down to less than 20 wrestlers. Then Hayabusa, the promotion's top star, broke his neck several months ago and remains paralyzed, and that appears to have been the final nail in the coffin. The company is nearly $1 million in debt on several high interest loans (Dave doesn't mention it and probably isn't aware at the time, but those debts were to the Yakuza) and in recent weeks had been bouncing checks everywhere and unable to pay talent. It was very similar to the dying days of ECW. Dave notes this is the 3rd Japanese promotion to close down in recent months, with Battlarts and RINGS recently closing as well. Dave gives a long, detailed history of FMW, from guys like Sabu first making his name there, The Sheik, Rick Bogner (better known as the fake Razor Ramon), The Gladiator (Mike Awesome), and others all getting their first real brush with success there. He also talks about all the controversies (like Sheik nearly dying in a match because of the fire or the time Onita brought in Invader 1, the guy who killed Bruiser Brody, and did an angle where Invader "stabbed" Onita in the exact same way, to recreate Brody's death). The whole thing reads like an obituary for a promotion and is a great primer on the history of FMW (and of course, a few months after this, Shoichi Arai ends up committing suicide in hopes that the insurance money would repay his Yakuza debts and keep his family safe).
  • Good and bad news for Pro Wrestling NOAH. The good news is that their show this past week at Budokan Hall was the biggest in company history and even better, it was announced they're getting a TV upgrade. NOAH's show will expand to 1 hour and moving to a much better time slot (currently it's a 30 minute show and airs....randomly. Anywhere from 1:30am to 2:30am, depending on whatever). This will move it to a midnight time slot, which still seems not great by American standards, but these wrestling shows always seem to be in weird middle of the night time slots in Japan. And a stable time slot at midnight with a one hour show is a tremendous upgrade. The Budokan show was a sellout crowd of more than 16,000 to see Kenta Kobashi's return, with fans chanting for him throughout the show, long before his match even took place.
  • Now the bad news: at that very same Budokan show, Kobashi once again re-injured his left knee in his first match back in over a year. The next day, he was examined and told he suffered further ligament damage. If he gets another surgery, he's looking at another year-long recovery and even without surgery, he's looking at another 4 months minimum and more like 6 months. Kobashi, of course, refused the surgery and at first, he planned to keep wrestling immediately, 'cause fuck them doctors. But when Misawa learned of the news, he canceled all of Kobashi's upcoming dates and pretty much forbid him to do it. During the previous 13 months Kobashi was out, he underwent 5 surgeries on that same left knee and 4 surgeries on the right knee. Kobashi has been told he essentially has the knees of an 80-year-old and that he needs to retire because he's risking permanent, debilitating injury by trying to continue wrestling (so of course, he continues for another 11 years).
WATCH: Kenta Kobashi & Mitsuharu Misawa vs. Jun Akiyama & Yuji Nagata - Pro Wrestling NOAH 2002 (Kobashi's first comeback match)
  • As for the Budokan show, Kobashi teamed with Misawa in a losing effort to Jun Akiyama and Yuji Nagata. As expected, Kobashi did the job because in kayfabe, he's been out for over a year and shouldn't be able to beat the best wrestlers in the company. Despite the injury, he finished the match. In fact, during the match, he felt great. It was the next morning, when he woke up and his knee was killing him that they figured out something was wrong again. The show also featured NJPW stars Jushin Liger and Wataru Inoue starting an inter-promotional angle with some of NOAH's junior heavyweights, likely leading to NOAH's jr. champion Naomichi Marufuji facing Liger soon.
  • A year ago, if someone suggested aging mid-carder Tadao Yasuda would be the IWGP champion, you'd think NJPW had gone crazy. But after Yasuda's shocking MMA victory over K-1 fighter Jerome Le Banner at Inoki's New Year's Eve show, the company decided to capitalize on his newfound fame and his underdog story by having him win the IWGP title tournament, capturing the belt vacated when Kazuyuji Fujita was injured in December. Yasuda beat Yuji Nagata in the finals, becoming arguably the most unlikely IWGP champion in history. The final 4 of the tournament left NJPW with no real good options. Rick Steiner was never a consideration, Riki Choshu is the booker and didn't want to book himself as champion. And Yuji Nagata, who would normally be the best choice, is coming off an embarrassing 21-second loss to Cro Cop and in kayfabe, NJPW doesn't want their champion to be a guy who got humiliated by the star of another promotion because it would feel like an empty consolation prize. The plan is to rebuild Nagata for awhile before giving him the title. So....Yasuda it was. In other notes from the same show, Minoru Tanaka captured the vacant Jr. Heavyweight title, which was vacated when Kendo Kashin jumped ship to AJPW along with Keiji Muto and Satoshi Kojima. Promising young newcomer Katsuyori Shibata lost a straight up squash match to PRIDE fighter Daijiro Matsui in 2 minutes because Inoki gonna Inoki. Hiroshi Tanahashi (who Dave says has a ton of potential) and Kenzo Suzuki won a huge upset in a tag match with Fujinami and Shiro Koshinaka.
  • In bigger NJPW news, company president Tatsumi Fujinami announced he would be retiring from in-ring wrestling. A few years ago, Fujinami had announced plans to retire and it didn't really get any publicity, so he quietly just....kept wrestling and everybody just forgot. But anyway, as mentioned a couple weeks ago, Antonio Inoki basically gave Fujinami an ultimatum: you can be a wrestler or NJPW president, but not both, and ordered him to make a choice. No word on when Fujinami's final match will be (he sorta retires in later 2002, works 1 match in 2003, and then returns full time in 2005. And he still wrestles occasionally to this day, in 2020).
  • Fuji TV in Japan announced they are no longer going to air women's wrestling on their network, dropping it after 25 years. A TV show on the network called Athena aired highlights of the top women's matches and for years featured All Japan Women's shows. It was one of the longest running television/promotion relationships in the history of the business. This leads Dave into recapping the history of Joshi wrestling in Japan, the massive mainstream success of the Crush Gals in the 80s, the rise of stars like Manami Toyota and others. AJW has been struggling financially for several years and nearly folded in 1997 before somewhat rebounding, but this is sure to be a big blow (indeed, this hurt them a lot, but they managed to hang on for a bit. They end up folding for good in 2005).
  • Meta news: the Wrestling Observer Live radio show, hosted by Dave and Bryan Alvarez, is returning! If you recall, Dave and Bryan hosted the show on Eyada.com, an online radio network, from 1999 to 2001. But Eyada didn't survive the dot com crash and went bust and the show went with it. But now the new show will air on syndicated radio. No word yet on the list of stations. Dave and Bryan will return to host the show starting the night of Wrestlemania. Also, Dave's son Cody was just born on Feb. 1st and he thanks everyone for all the well wishes and says this is one of the most hectic but best periods of his life.
  • Keiji Muto has reportedly gotten out of shape in the month or so he's been out of action since leaving NJPW. He's been going to a lot of sponsor parties and drinking with all the major executives, trying to help raise money and get investors to buy into AJPW. Muto himself admitted it, saying he's been drinking too much and got a big gut in his month off.
  • RINGS founder and former wrestler Akira Maeda was arrested on aggravated assault charges, stemming from an incident almost 2 years ago where he attacked Pancrase President Masami Ozaki. Apparently the story is that Maeda spotted Ozaki talking to RINGS fighter Jeremy Horn and believed he was trying to steal Horn from his promotion, so he attacked Ozaki. Maeda of course has a reputation for being an asshole with a horrible temper and bullying people, but he always got away with it. Not this time it seems, even though it took 2 years. Dave says it's not a coincidence that Maeda was arrested the day before RINGS' final show, but he doesn't elaborate on what he means by that.
  • Random Japan notes: Jinsei Shinzaki, better known to American fans as Hakushi, has been named head booker (or "Executive Producer") of Michinoku Pro Wrestling. Indie wrestler Samoa Joe is working matches for Shinya Hashimoto's Zero-1 promotion.
  • Gold medal Olympic amateur wrestler Rulon Gardner nearly died this week while out snowmobiling with friends. He got lost from his friends, fell into a river, and nearly froze to death in Wyoming. He built a shelter and tried to wait for rescue but was there for most of a day in temperatures below zero. By the time rescuers found him, they had to use a helicopter to get to him and get him to safety. He was suffering from hypothermia and severe frostbite in his toes, which may need to be amputated, but it's unknown at press time (yeah, he ended up getting one of them amputated and suffered severe damage to the others).
  • Dave updates a story from a few weeks ago. The movie role that Goldberg lost out on to Michael Clark Duncan was indeed for Kingpin in the new Daredevil movie.
  • Dave says that XPW has fired Vampiro, but gives no other details. Okay, sure.
  • A rare indie show in Alaska featured guys like Eddie Guerrero, Scott Steiner, Samoa Joe, Christopher Daniels, Spanky, Frankie Kazarian, and American Dragon. Hell of a lineup. The top matches were all said to be awesome.
  • RF Video's new promotion Ring of Honor has its debut show this week and tickets have already sold out (400-seat venue) several days beforehand. Good start!
  • People within WWA are claiming their debut PPV in the U.S. did between 35,000-40,000 buys. Dave says you can't take that number seriously because preliminary buyrate estimates are always higher than the actual number. Also, Dave doesn't believe this anyway. In their dying days, WCW and ECW were doing in the range of 60,000 buys on PPV, for shows that were heavily promoted (in WCW's case, on national TV). Meanwhile, this WWA PPV had pretty much no promotion at all, so Dave ain't buying the claim that they somehow pulled nearly the same kind of numbers as WCW or ECW used to do, even in their dying days. They have another PPV coming up this week, but Dave doesn't expect much.
  • Jimmy Hart has had meetings with Turner Broadcasting execs regarding XWF but they haven't really gone anywhere. Reportedly, there are still people at Turner who would like to see wrestling back on their networks, but they feel that as long as Jamie Kellner is in charge, there's no chance of it happening.
  • Notes from Raw: Dave says it was one of the all-time classic episodes of the show. The Hogan/Rock angle, of course. Triple H vs. Kurt Angle in the main event was Triple H's best match since returning, although it was clearly Angle carrying the load. Jericho was on commentary and talked sarcastically about the match being 5 stars. There was also a woman in the crowd flashing her breasts for a long time before she was removed by security, to a chorus of boos. And in my favorite thing, before the show, there was a dark match in which OVW wrestlers Brock Lesnar and Leviathan (Batista) teamed up and lost to the team of Tazz and Spike Dudley. I need to see this match ASAP.
  • Basil Bozinis, an indie guy who was briefly signed to a WWF developmental contract last year, died of a suspected drug overdose. Bozinis was part of the UPW group of wrestlers along with John Cena that was signed last year. He reportedly had issues with nubain and heroin and stopped coming to shows, which led to WWF cutting him from his contract.
  • Dave says there's a little bit of heat between Hulk Hogan and Scott Hall. After the No Way Out PPV, Hall went out partying with Godfather and you can imagine how that went. The next morning, Hall wasn't able to get out of bed for a scheduled workout, which annoyed Hogan because he heavily went to bat for Hall to come back to WWF and he's pretty obviously continuing to fuck up.
  • OVW happenings: they're building up to a big Prototype vs. Leviathan match for the OVW title soon. Dave talks about some of the other people there. Damaja is probably the best worker in OVW but he doesn't have the size or look that WWF may be looking for, but he's still young and is really good. Mark Jindrak and Sean O'Haire, former WCW champions, are making progress and improving as well. Dave says those 2 guys are in a tough spot because they were young and extremely green, but they got put on national TV in WCW, became tag team champions, and worked with some of the top stars. But then they got signed to WWF and essentially got sent back to wrestling school and told to re-learn everything they were ever taught and are working indie shows in front of 100 fans and then have to help clean up and break down the ring when it's over. Shit like that. Dave says it's probably a pretty difficult to thing to overcome mentally for a performer.
  • WWF tried to get Limp Bizkit to play Undertaker's entrance live at Wrestlemania but that fell through for whatever reason. So now they're trying to get the band Drowning Pool to perform (that does indeed happen, and they got Limp Bizkit the next year).
  • Scott Steiner did not pass his WWF physical. The results came back and there's a lot of issues that have to be addressed before WWF will sign him. Most notably, he still has drop foot syndrome, a nerve issue where he has no control over the movement in one of his feet and it will flop and drag unless it's held in position. There are other issues as well and many in the WWF feel he's too much of an injury liability right now. Even if they do eventually hire him, he'll almost certainly work a part-time schedule.
  • WWF is doing a show in Japan next week that will be headlined by Rock vs. Jericho and weirdly enough, when it airs on TV in Japan, Keiji Muto will be doing commentary. Dave says Muto actually has his own talk show in Japan where he interviews people. Dave doesn't speak Japanese, so he can't comment on it too much, but Muto has interviewed some American wrestlers and those have been good. In particular, he says an interview Muto did with Bob Backlund was fascinating. (I can't find the Backlund interview, but I found one where he's interviewing Abdullah The Butcher. My best guess is that this is around 1997-98 or so).
WATCH: Keiji Muto interview Abdullah The Butcher
  • Details magazine had a story about a new bong that is popular among stoners because it's less harsh when taking hits. The article listed celebrities who like to use this bong, and one of them listed was the Godfather, which is probably some publicity WWF would probably rather not have.
WEDNESDAY: WWA's disastrous Las Vegas PPV, WWF financial news, Vic Grimes takes the craziest bump in wrestling history, and more...
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2019.09.08 21:38 rhonnie14 Day Drink Till Darkness

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.09.08 21:37 rhonnie14 Day Drink Till Darkness

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.09.02 19:06 rhonnie14 Day Drink Till Darkness

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.09.01 01:30 rhonnie14 My Scariest Day Drinking Experience

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.08.30 16:32 rhonnie14 When Day Drinking Goes Bad

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.08.30 07:01 rhonnie14 We Got Lost During A Day Drinking Trip

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my Pinot Grigio only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The Pinot Grigio was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.08.30 06:59 rhonnie14 We Got Lost During A Day Drinking Trip

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my red wine only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The red was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2019.08.30 06:52 rhonnie14 PREMIERE: Our Day Drinking Trip Got Scary

Day drinking was kinda our thing. Well, alcohol in general was. From our first date in 2018 to living together in August 2019.
We drank on the weekends. Late nights at the bars and clubs. Weeknights at our apartment. But still, there was something fun about those quiet afternoons when we had nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just Freddy and I with our booze cruising the streets. Those were the moments where we really grew close. The alcohol an ally to our romance.
That being said, I loved Freddy with or without the wine. He was charming and charismatic. Always funny whether drunk or sober. Beyond his skinny physique and long brown hair, Freddy had a contagious smile. A rebellious spirit. So what if he wasn’t conventionally handsome or over six feet tall? Freddy had a soul to go along with those dark eyes.
Considering how awkward I always was, Freddy was the right person to bring me out of my shell. Yeah, maybe the alcohol and Georgia Southern helped… but Linda Witzky felt comfortable around Freddy. Ever since we met honestly. I guess always being the tall and lanky girl had made me self-conscious. Tall and uncoordinated and unathletic. Pretty but never pretty enough to overcome the anxiety. At least, now I’d gone from the nerdy blonde in high school to being a drunk, chill 20-something. With Freddy’s help, of course.
Recently, we made the move to Rincon, Georgia. A small All-American town right outside Savannah. I got a new HR gig at one of the city’s many insurance companies… and well, Freddy had no problem joining me in the move. Like a drifter, he always wandered from job-to-job anyway. I guess this month, he decided to be a clerk at Raceway.
And this August Sunday was no different. A recovery from the weekend of binge-drinking and exploring Savannah. Needless to say, the sobering reality of Monday morning was upon us. A sobering reality we did our best to avoid by drinking. After the hangovers went away, that is.
We stayed in our apartment for a few hours: The Georgian Apartments. Nothing more than your standard brick village. The place was a majestic mosaic on the outside and a modest motel inside. The one-bedroom/one-bathroom was okay. At least we had privacy. Besides our neighbors in 4C and 6C, the apartment had no businesses or houses nearby. Nothing but a two-lane highway. And woods... a literal forest surrounded us.
Finally, Freddy convinced us to drive to Rincon.
“Let’s go there for once!” his Southern drawl pleaded. “We never check it out!”
I cracked a smile. Freddy was right. We did spend all of our weekends in Savannah. Not that anyone could blame us… I mean what did Rincon have to offer? Besides those midnight trips to Walmart and the liquor store, Freddy and I hadn’t explored our current city much. We just shuttled to work and came right back to the apartment. Commuters in our own town.
After cracking another bottle of wine, I decided to go. I mean there really wasn’t anything better to do. Plus, I always welcomed a distraction from the dread of the work week. Sundays suck.
Thirty minutes later, Freddy and I cruised to Rincon, Georgia. Me behind the wheel, Freddy right beside me. The windows were down in my gray Jetta. The 90s rock at a comfortable volume.
Soon, the rural isolation of our apartment gave way to something resembling civilization. An army of stores, banks, and churches lined up to their drill sergeant: Walmart.
“You see anything interesting?” Freddy asked.
I took another sip of wine from my Dixie cup. “Nope.”
Gripping his Miller High Life tallboy, Freddy turned and looked back. Toward this urban sea. Rincon a town that literally exploded into expansion less than thirty years ago. “Some of those thrift shops looked cool.”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe they got a Video Warehouse.” I joked. The setting sun caught my eye. A gorgeous sight that for me was a better representation of the city’s spirit. Not the KFC/Pizza-Hut combo. Just nature. The serene break from Savannah’s craziness and swarming sin.
Excited, Freddy waved his can toward the passenger’s side window. “Shit, did you see that!”
I followed his High Life all the way to the sight of a smashed possum. The animal’s big eyes went unscathed... unlike the rest of it. The creature a roadside feast for whatever lucky buzzard got a hold of it. A buffet of gore and intestines.
“Must’ve been a trucker,” Freddy commented.
Simultaneously disgusted but wowed by the visceral sight, I turned my attention back to the road. The closer we got to the end of Rincon’s strip, the more I realized how alone Freddy and I were. For the last few minutes, the possum was the only sign of life we’d seen in the city limits. That and a few other crushed critters…
“Keep going,” Freddy said. Leaning forward, he stared out the windshield. “I’ve never been out this far before.”
“Probably not much,” I replied.
Sure enough the facade of the city gave way to Rincon’s country roots. Tall trees and shrubbery surrounded us. Potholes overtook the smooth pavement. Now we were on a two-lane highway void of cars and businesses. All the while, the lowering sun became a ticking clock toward darkness.
The music became stagnant. Especially the further and further we journeyed. Like a background projection, the trees stayed the same. Our isolation stayed the same. I saw nothing. No cars, no roadkill. I heard nothing outside either. Even when I slowed down to fifty, I heard no birds or howls.
Freddy smirked. “Man, is this really it?”
Feeling uneasy, I glanced toward the woods. “Yeah, looks like it.” I faced him. “Use your GPS, let’s go home”
Freddy pulled up his Maps app. “Alright.”
My eyes stayed on the highway. From what I saw, there was nothing but woods everywhere. No element of a human touch aside from the constant No Trespassing signs. Considering the lack of roadkill, I couldn’t imagine a defiant soul ever dare setting foot in that endless wilderness.
“Alright, take a left on Pryor Way,” Freddy said.
“Pryor Way?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
A green sign on the left greeted us: Pryor Way. I slowed down to turn on to the dirt road.
“It says we’re ten minutes away,” Freddy said.
One glance at the rearview mirror increased my paranoia.
About twenty feet behind us lurked an old truck. A black Chevy on the prowl. They were probably an old couple just as lost as us… but seeing someone else on the road right now still sent a chill up my spine. All this time we hadn’t seen anyone... not until we were about to turn on this random ass dirt road.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Linda,” Freddy reassured me.
I turned on to Pryor. The road was bumpier but just as isolated. More trees loomed high over us. More No Trespassing signs passed by. The area grew darker with each passing second. Our journey now gone from the city to the highway to the heart of the forest.
Deep ditches encompassed us. But I still saw no roadkill. I saw nothing in those woods. And even after turning down Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing,” I didn’t hear a sound. No animals or birds. None of those familiar Rincon sounds. With the windows down, we drove through silence.
“Where do I go?” I asked Freddy, my calm voice starting to show signs of worry.
“Just straight,” Freddy stammered.
The road forced me to slow down. Dust flew out beneath the tires. I made several sharp turns. Like a padded cell, the surrounding trees only got more claustrophobic.
Further and further we went through Pryor Way’s jungle. The sun got lower, the area darker. The No Trespassing signs morphed from a clean metal to weathered rust. Nothing more than neglected tombstones nailed to the trees...
Above all, Freddy and I were alone. Alone with our fading buzz. And rising fear.
The road spiraled before us. None of it recognizable. Cautious, I turned on the headlights. Not much help considering the towering trees blocked out the sunlight.
Forcing a laugh, Freddy grabbed another beer. “It says five minutes now.”
I leaned in toward the windshield. “It’s like a different fucking city.”
Supportive, Freddy reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, relax,” he said, his voice struggling to stay steady and smooth.
I looked over and matched his smile. “Barely Breathing” was now at its catchy chorus. Sure, I kept my eyes on the road… for the most part. But in that moment, Freddy was never sexier. Or more comforting.
Using the Miller High Life, Freddy got ready to sing away our unease. “Cause I am barely breathing,” he started.
Then the music cut out. Silence blanketed my car. Now we had no distractions from the isolation. Only ourselves.
Nervous, Freddy looked toward his phone. “Oh shit…”
“What happened?” I asked.
“No service.” Freddy took another sip. As if the alcohol could alleviate the anxiety.
I stole a glance at his phone. “What about the GPS?”
Freddy heistated. “I don’t know…”
Feeling the dread squeeze my soul, I slowed down. The speedometer now shot down to around thirty-five miles an hour. The dirt road remained a minefield of bumps and holes. Our joyride uncomfortable and far from smooth.
“Freddy!” I said. “Where the Hell do I go!”
“I don’t know!” he replied. “Just go straight!” He took another swig.
Taking his lead, I downed more of my wine. Useless therapy. Rather than confidence, my Pinot Grigio only fueled fear. For once, Freddy and I’s shared love could neither elicit joy nor soothe us. We were too fucking scared.
Freddy turned and looked back. “We can’t get stuck here forever.”
A glance at the rearview mirror showed me nothing. No black truck. No other cars. Just Rincon wilderness. An unfamiliar wilderness. Pryor Way’s green inferno.
“They said the apartment was up the road!” Freddy added.
Gripping my cup, I confronted the road. Going this slow, I still heard no sounds. No birds, no movement. Still saw no wildlife. No roadkill. Not even a scent permeated the air. Like an abandoned house, the area felt devoid of life... only this wasn’t a forgotten farmhouse or derelict building. This was an entire fucking forest.
Freddy followed my gaze. Simultaneous excitement and panic shot through him. Splashing his beer, Freddy pointed toward the side of the road. “Holy shit!” he yelled.
All I saw was a leg. No jeans or pants, no shoes. Just a long furry leg. Sharp claws covered its toes. Whatever it was wasn’t even close to human. But too muscular and steady to be a bear.
Frantic, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side. My drunken fear no match for my drunken curiosity.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy shout.
In a quick stilted motion, the creature disappeared inside the woods. Beneath the fading sun, the animal was gone.
I felt the Jetta’s tires scrunch. Just inches away from the deep ditch, we came to a clumsy stop. Dirt sprayed across the windshield.
Leaning toward the driver’s side window, I peered out into the forest. Judging by the silence, the creature was long gone.
“What the Hell was that?” I said. I faced Freddy. “Did you see it?”
Nervous, Freddy finished his beer. “I don’t know, man. It looked like a bear or something. Maybe a man.”
“That wasn’t a man’s leg!”
The High Life can trembling in his grasp, Freddy’s eyes looked off to the woods. “Look, I don’t know, man! Let’s just get the fuck outta here!”
Behind him, I got a clear view of the forest on the other side. Through Freddy’s rolled-down window, the sunlight only grew more faint. The woods got darker. The silence all the more deafening. But within my scared soul, I knew we weren’t alone.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Linda, come on!” he pleaded, his drawl dominated by fear.
Then a sound came crashing through our collective unease. An unnerving call to the wild. A call for our flesh.
The howl lingered longer than a shrill siren. The noise animalistic and fueled by a vicious hunger. A territorial battle cry.
Frightened, Freddy dropped the can. “Aw, fuck!” he yelled.
Scared but compelled, I stumbled out of the Jetta. The Dixie cup my only weapon.
“Linda!” Freddy cried out.
I stepped into the dim sunset. The hollow heat unable to calm my shivers. I was too curious to avoid confronting the noise... even when it vanished once I set foot on Pryor Way.
My eyes scanned the scene. But the dense forest showed me nothing. Not a soul.
Like an apparition, Freddy’s tight grip emerged from the darkness and snatched my arm. “Babe, come on!”
I turned to see him standing right beside me. Us two drunk souls out here on this lonely dirt road. Surrounded by silence. And dominated by a building horror.
“Let’s go!” Freddy pleaded.
Out of nowhere, a roar destroyed the twilight stillness. A ferocious horn.
Startled, I dropped the cup.
Freddy and I turned to see the black truck zoom right past us. Dust scattered everywhere. The Chevy gone within seconds.
“What the Hell…” Freddy muttered.
The air grew thick with silence. The roar of the Chevrolet vanished fast. Now nighttime had arrived. The descent into dusk so sudden. Freddy and I’s unfamiliar surroundings even more ominous. And so much fucking scarier...
I felt wine drench my socks and shoes. The Pinot Grigio was splattered all over Pryor Way. Like scattered blood stains under the dominant darkness.
From the black night, more lights hit us. As did another prolonged horn blast.
Freddy and I watched a white Toyota speed past the Jetta. The car’s headlights flickered. An obvious signal to us… but the message was unknown.
Aggravated, Freddy shielded his eyes. “Hey!” he yelled out at the Toyota.
I turned toward the forest. Just in time to see those lights spray the trees. I got a good glimpse of the signs surrounding us.
My horror grew heavier. And so did Freddy’s death grip. And his frantic screams.
Every sign was the same: a slab of metal nailed deep into thick bark. This wasn’t your typical no trespassing warning. No, this was something more ominous. More personal. More local.
Crude hand-painted font made the message clear: GET OUT BY SUNDOWN
Before the Rincon inscription could sink in, the same cry returned. A guttural yell that combined human anguish and beastly brutality. Only the howl was hungrier. The howls that is.
Throughout the woods, the cries formed a cryptic crescendo. A chorus of death all around Freddy and I. And throughout Pryor Way.
“Let’s go!” Freddy yelled.
I felt him pull me away. But my eyes stayed on those woods. Especially once the howls became louder. Closer.
Behind me, I heard a Jetta door slam shut.
“Linda!” I heard Freddy scream.
Moving faster, I hopped in behind the wheel.
“Let’s go!” Freddy cried.
I closed the door and put it in drive. Too scared to register for a DUI at this point. My buzz replaced by adrenaline and outright terror.
Through the rolled-down windows, the howls crawled in. The screams hit us in steady succession. Together, they made a steady march right to the Jetta.
Freddy grabbed my arm. “Goddammit, Linda, let’s go!”
I faced the road.
From the headlights, I saw figures appear on both sides of the road. They were more than furry legs this time. These dozen or so creatures were the real deal.
The tall, hairy apes glared at us. All of them well over six feet tall and beyond horrifying. Their glowing red eyes stayed on Freddy and I. And the sasquatch creatures moved fast. Their steps driven by hunger and prowess. Their collective howls a scary soundtrack swirling all around us.
Maybe they were a family. Or a forgotten faction of the wild. But amidst my paralyzing fear, I realized the many howls went beyond this one group. This wasn’t just a small herd. This was a community.
Panicking, Freddy rolled up his window. “Go, Linda!” he cried out.
The monsters descended upon Pryor Way. Their terrifying cries became more and more rabid. Their movements more frenetic.
I mashed the gas pedal. LIke a rogue stagecoach, we took off down that old dirt road. Well into the night.
Soon, the sasquatch screams drifted away. But up until the end of Pryor Way, I could hear those howls. Could feel the creatures’ presence in those woods.
During this drive of dread, Freddy and I stayed silent. We couldn’t speak. And now I was sober enough to see how short this drive was. In less than five minutes, we were right back at the apartment.
We made it inside 5C. Both of us still scared. Still afraid. Above all, I was upset to be sober… especially when I realized how close we were to those creatures. How this whole time we’d been living minutes away from Rincon’s backwoods secret.
My unease only increased during that walk back to the apartment. Especially when I heard several of those agonizing howls off in the distance. Right from the woods lurking beyond our front door.
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2016.09.15 15:42 MsBluffy What's Going on in Columbia? September 15-18

CONTENT COURTESY OF COLUMBIA CVB
 
ON STAGE
 
SPECIAL EVENTS
 
GALLERY
 
 
SPORTS
 
 
LIVE MUSIC
 
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
 
MOVIE GUIDE
BAD MOMS - Three overstressed, overworked moms decide to blow off their responsibilities and have some fun, but their wild ways cause them to clash with a rival mommy who's dedicated to preserving the facade of her perfect life.
THE BEATLES: EIGHT DAYS A WEEK – THE TOURING YEARS - Directed by Ron Howard and produced with the full cooperation of Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Yoko Ono and Olivia Harrison, this entertaining and evocative documentary transports us to the 1960s, when The Beatles cemented their reputation as a brilliant live act. The film will focus on the time period from the early Beatles' journey in the days of The Cavern Club in Liverpool to their last concert at Candlestick Park in San Francisco in 1966. Their inner workings and astounding musical gifts are revealed through electric, never-before-seen archival materials, including footage exclusive to movie theaters.
BLAIR WITCH - A group of college students venture into the Black Hills Forest in Maryland to uncover the mysteries surrounding the disappearance of James’ sister who many believe is connected to the legend of the Blair Witch.
BRIDGET JONES’S BABY - Bridget Jones, now a fortysomething news producer, discovers that she's pregnant. However, she isn't sure if the baby's father is Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), her on-and-off boyfriend, or Jack Qwant (Patrick Dempsey), her new American love interest.
DON’T BREATHE - Three friends plot to end their money woes by burglarizing the home of a blind recluse (Stephen Lang), but the heist quickly goes awry when they discover that their target is concealing a horrifying secret -- and that he isn't as harmless as they had thought.
DON’T THINK TWICE - Miles runs a beloved New York City improv comedy troupe called The Commune, which attracts some of the city's most promising talent, including Sam, her boyfriend Jack and Allison. Years ago, Miles was passed over for a popular television show called Weekend Live, and he's hardly concealed his bitterness. One day, two members of The Commune are called in to audition for Weekend Live.
FLORENCE FOSTER JENKINS - In this marvelous new comedy, Meryl Streep stars as Florence Foster Jenkins, a New York heiress and socialite with dreams of becoming a legendary opera singer. When Jenkins sings, she hears beautiful sounds; to others, however, her passionately performed notes are hilariously off key. Jenkins' beloved husband/manager (Hugh Grant) protects her from the truth, but when, in a perverse twist, she's asked to perform at Carnegie Hall in 1944, he's faced with a major challenge. Based on a true story, Florence Foster Jenkins is the latest film from Stephen Frears (Philomena).
HELL OR HIGH WATER - In West Texas, a divorced father (Chris Pine) struggles to provide for his boys. Desperate, he and his short-tempered, ex-convict brother (Ben Foster) decide to rob a branch of the Texas Midland bank. Then another. They have a plan, but there's a formidable man in their way: Marcus (Jeff Bridges), a Texas Ranger on the verge of retirement.
INDIGNATION - In 1951, Marcus Messner (Logan Lerman) relocates from Newark, New Jersey to a small, conservative Ohio college. The Korean War is underway, and in order to avoid the draft, this gifted, working class Jewish boy has accepted a scholarship. Marcus is a principled, strong-willed student, as well as an atheist, and he quickly finds himself clashing with the school's intimidating Dean (Tracy Letts) on ideological grounds. Outside of class, the socially naïve Marcus is enamored with an alluring and wealthy classmate (Sarah Gadon). In his directorial debut, James Schamus (a regular creative partner of Ang Lee) expertly adapts a Philip Roth novel while capturing stunning performances from rising stars Lerman and Gadon, as well as veteran playwright-performer Letts.
KUBO AND THE TWO STRINGS - The animated fantasy adventure film Kubo and the Two Strings, directed by Travis Knight, tells the tale of Kubo, a Japanese boy who is responsible for his mother. They scrape by until one day the child is visited by an ancient spirit who takes Kubo on a magical adventure involving a struggle for Earth's survival.
THE LIGHT BETWEEN OCEANS - An Australian World War I veteran (Michael Fassbender) takes a job a lighthouse keeper on an isolated island. He meets his future wife (Alicia Vikander) at the nearest coastal town, and two begin their new life alone at the lighthouse. Once settled, a lifeboat washes ashore with a newborn inside and the couple raise the infant as their own.
MORGAN - A mysterious artificial being evolves faster than anticipated, and a corporate consultant (Kate Mara) is enlisted to help determine the test subject's fate. After "Morgan" attacks one of her creators, the group is pressed into a decision.
PETE’S DRAGON - After his parents are killed in a car accident, a young boy named Pete (Oakes Fegley) finds an unlikely caregiver in the form of a dragon (whom he dubs "Elliot") living in a forest in the Pacific Northwest. Years later, a forest ranger (Bryce Dallas Howard) discovers Pete and takes him in, but his attempts to adjust to a normal life are complicated by a man (Karl Urban) who wants to hunt down Elliot.
SNOWDEN - Oliver Stone directs his attention to the still-unfolding saga of controversial whistleblower Edward Snowden (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) in this biopic depicting how exposing abuses of power at the NSA made Snowden the world's most wanted fugitive.
SOUTHSIDE WITH YOU - In the summer of 1989, a young attorney named Barack Obama (Parker Sawyer) meets another attorney named Michelle Robinson (Tika Sumpter). He convinces her to go on a date. Inspired by the real story of the Obamas' first date, Richard Tanne's sweet, charming and sensitive debut follows them on that eventful day, as they experience art (including a screening of Do the Right Thing) and walk around Chicago, getting to know one another.
SUICIDE SQUAD - Director David Ayer (Fury) takes the helm for this Warner Bros. production adapted from the DC Comics series about a group of super-villains who are given a shot at redemption by embarking on a heroic mission that will most likely mean the death of them all.
SULLY - The story of Chesley Sullenberger, who became a hero after gliding his plane along the water in the Hudson River, saving all of his 155 passengers.
WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS - John and Laura Taylor desperately want a baby. After exhausting all other options, they finally hire Anna to be their surrogate - but as she gets further along in her pregnancy, so too does her psychotic and dangerous fixation on the husband.
 
CHECK EACH THEATRE FOR SHOWTIMES
RAGTAG CINEMA – 10 Hitt Street 573-443-4359
REGAL STADIUM 14 THEATER – 2800 Goodwin Pointe Drive 573-817-0770
GOODRICH FORUM 8 – 1209 Forum Katy Parkway 573-445-7469
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2012.09.05 03:32 confundo List of 90's music, there may be a few songs in here you forgot about :)

Sorry if the formatting gets messed up - I tried to space them apart, so hopefully at least that stays. Also, I know a few of these aren't from that era, but that's when I listened to them so I included them in my playlist. Hope you enjoy! :)
Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) Nine Days
Adam's Song Blink 182
Aint It Funny Jennifer Lopez
All for You Sister Hazel
All I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fu Cheryl Crow
All Mixed Up 311
All Star SMASH MOUTH
All the Small Things Blink 182
Angel Sarah McLachlan
Angels Would Fall Melissa Etheridge
Anytime (Out Cold Soundtrack) Eve 6
Are you Gonna Be My Girl Jet
Around The World ATC
Back 2 good Matchbox Twenty
Bad Day Daniel Powter
The Bad Touch Bloodhound Gang
Barely Breathing Duncan Sheik
Basket Case Green Day
Beautiful Day U2
Bent Matchbox Twenty
Best of You Foo Fighters
Big Yellow Taxi (Ft. Vanessa Counting Crows
Bittersweet Symphony The Verve
Black Balloon Goo Goo Dolls
Boston Augustana
The Boys Of Summer The Ataris
Breakfast At Tiffanys Deep Blue Something
Breathe Anna Nalick
Breathe Michelle Branch
Breathless The Corrs
Bright Lights Matchbox Twenty
Bring Me To Life Evanescence
Broadway Goo Goo Dolls
Broken (Radio Remix) Lifehouse
Butterfly kisses Michael Bolton
Bye Bye Bye Nsync
Champagne Supernova Oasis
City High Anthem City High
Cleaning Out My Closet Eminem
Clocks Coldplay
Closing Time Semisonic
Cold Crossfade
Collide Howie Day
Come As You Are Nirvana
Concrete Angel Martina McBride
Confessions Part II Usher
Crash and burn Savage Garden
crash into me Dave Matthews Band
Crazy Gnarls Barkley
Criminal Fiona Apple
Dani California Red Hot Chili Peppers
Danny's Song Kenny Loggins
December Collective Soul
Disease Matchbox Twenty
Don't Know Why Norah Jones
Don't Speak No Doubt
Drive (acoustic) Incubus
Drops of Jupiter Train
Ever The Same Rob Thomas
Every Morning Sugar Ray
Everything You Want Vertical Horizon
Everytime We Touch Cascada
Fast Car Tracy Chapman
Father Of Mine Everclear
Feelin' this Blink 182
First Date Blink 182
Flagpole Sitta Harvey Danger
Float On Modest Mouse
Follow Me Uncle Cracker
Follow You Down Gin Blossoms
Foolish Games Jewel
Found Out About You Gin Blossoms
The Freshman Verve Pipe
Get It Faster Jimmy Eat World
Get Ur Freak On (Duo Maxwell) Missy Elliot
Girlfriend Avril Lavigne
Give It away now Red Hot Chili Peppers
Give Me One Reason Tracy Chapman
Going Under Evanescence
Good Riddance Green Day
Goodbye To You Michelle Branch
Graduation (Friends Forever) Vitamin C
Halfway Gone Lifehouse
Hanginaround Counting Crows
Harder to Breathe Maroon 5
Hate Me Blue October
Have You Ever? Brandy
Headstrong Trapt
Her Diamonds (Album Version) Rob Thomas
Here Is Gone Goo Goo Dolls
Heres To The Night Eve 6
Hero (Original) Enrique Iglesias
Hit Em Up Style Blue Cantrell
Hold My Hand Hootie & the Blowfish
How Do I Live Leann Rimes
How Far We've Come? Matchbox Twenty
How to Save a Life The Fray
I Am A Bitch I'm A Lover Alanis Morissette
I Believe I Can Fly R Kelly
I Believe In a Thing Called Love The Darkness
I Do Lisa Loeb
I Don't Wanna Wait Paula Cole
I Get Knocked Down Chumbawamba
I Hate Everything About You Three Days Grace
I Hope You Dance Lee Ann Womack
I knew I loved you Savage Garden
I Miss You (Acoustic) Incubus
I Try Macy Gray
I Wanna Stand With You Savage Garden
I Want You Savage Garden
I Will Remember You Sarah McLaughlin
I'll Be Edwin McCain
I'll Be There For You The Rembrandts
I'll Believe You when Matchbox Twenty
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) The Proclaimers
I'm Real [Murder Remix] Ja Rule/Jennifer Lopez
I've Seen Better Days Sublime
If You Could Only See Tonic
If You're Gone Matchbox Twenty
If you're not the one Daniel Bedingfield
Ignition (Remix) R Kelly
Inside Out Eve 6
Iris Goo Goo Dolls
It 's My Life (Album Version) Bon Jovi
It's All Been Done Barenaked Ladies
It's my life Bon Jovi
The Itch Vitamin C
Jack and Diane John Cougar Mellencamp
Jerk It Out The Caesars
Jumper Bedlight For Blue Eyes
Just My Imagination The Cranberries
Just The Girl Click Five
Karma Alicia Keys
Killing me Softly Lauren Hill
Kind And Generous Natalie Merchant
Kryptonite 3 Doors Down
Lady Marmalade Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya, Pink & Missy Elliot
Landslide Dixie Chicks
Let Her Cry Hootie & the Blowfish
Let Me Blow Your Mind Eve ft Gwen Stefanie
Let's get loud Jennifer Lopez
Linger The Cranberries
Listen To Your Heart DHT
Livin' on a prayer Bon Jovi
Lonely No More Rob Thomas
Long day Matchbox Twenty
Look What Youve Done Jet
Lose Control Missy Elliott
Lose Yourself Eminem
Losing My Religion R.E.M.
Love Don't Cost a Thing Jennifer Lopez
Love Me or Hate Me Lady Sovereign
Lovefool The Cardigans
Lullabye (Rockabye) Shawn Colvin
Mad season Matchbox Twenty
Mad World Gary Jules
Mambo number 5 Lou Vega
Meet Virginia Train
Mickey B*Witched
Missing (Todd Terry Club Mix) Everything But The Girl
Mockingbird Eminem
Mockingbird (Album Version) Rob Thomas
Mr. Jones Counting Crows
My Heart Will Go On Celine Dion
My Immortal Evanescence
My Name Is Eminem
Never Ever All Saints
Never Let You Go Third Eye Blind
Never Too Late Three Days Grace
No Rain Blind Melon
No Scrubs TLC
No Such Thing John Mayer
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks
Numb Linkin Park
One Headlight The Wallflowers
One Week Barenaked Ladies
The Only One I Trust City High
Only Wanna Be with You Hootie & the Blowfish
Ordinary Day Vanessa Carlton
Otherside Red Hot Chili Peppers
out of my head Fastball
Paper Bag Fiona Apple
Pardon Me Incubus
Peaches n Cream 112
Pinch Me Barenaked Ladies
Portions of Foxes Rilo Kiley
Pure Morning Placebo
Push Matchbox Twenty
Rape Me Nirvana
The Real Slim Shady Eminem
Real world Matchbox Twenty
The Remedy Jason Mraz
Rest Stop Matchbox Twenty
Rinse Vanessa Carlton
Run-Around Blues Traveler
Santeria Sublime
Save Tonight Eagle Eye Cherry
Say You´ll Be There Spice Girls
The Scientist Coldplay
Semi Charmed Life Third Eye Blind
Sewn The Feeling
Sex And Candy Marcy Playground
shake it like a polaroid picture Outcast
Shame Matchbox Twenty
She Will Be Loved Maroon 5
She's So High Tal Bachman
Shine Collective Soul
Show Me Love Robyn
Skater Boy Avril Lavigne
Smile Vitamin C
Smooth [Ft. Rob Thomas] Carlos Santana
Snow ((Hey Oh)) Red Hot Chili Peppers
So beautiful Savage Garden
Someday (Album Version) Rob Thomas
Song 2 Blur
Spice Up Your Life Spice Girls
Starry Eyed Suprise Crazytown
Stay Lisa Loeb
Steal My Sunshine Len
Stop Spice Girls
Streetcorner Symphony Rob Thomas
Stronger Britney Spears
Sunny Came Home Shawn Colvin
Switch Will Smith
Take a Picture Filter
Thank You Alanis Morissette
Then you really might know what it's like Everclear
These hard times Matchbox Twenty
Think Twice Eve 6
This Is How A Heart Breaks Rob Thomas
This Kiss Faith Hill
A Thousand Miles Vanessa Carlton
Time Hootie & the Blowfish
Time After Time Quietdrive
To the moon and back Savage Garden
Torn Natalie Imbruglia
Toxic Britney Spears
Travelin' Soldier Dixie Chicks
Truly Madly Deeply Savage Garden
Tubthumping Chumbawamba
Two Princes Spin Doctors
Two Princes Spin Doctors
U Can't Touch This MC Hammer
U Don't Know My Name (Main) Alicia Keys
Unwell Matchbox Twenty
Walk This Way (ft Run DMC) Aerosmith
Wannabe Spice Girls
Wasting My Time Default
Waterfalls TLC
The Way Fastball
The Way You Move OutKast
What if God was one of us Alanis Morissette
What Would You Do City High
What's My Age Again Blink 182
When Its Over(Radio Edit) Sugar Ray
When The Heartache Ends Rob Thomas
Where Have All the Cowboys Gone? Paula Cole
Where Is The Love? Black Eyed Peas Feat. Justin Timberlake
Wherever You Will Go The Calling
White Houses Vanessa Carlton
Who Will Save Your Soul Jewel
Wonder Natalie Merchant
Wonderwall Oasis
Work It (Main) Missy Elliott
The World I Know Collective Soul
Wrong Impression Natalie Imbruglia
Yeah Usher
You give love a bad name Bon Jovi
You Gotta Be Des'ree
You Had Me Joss Stone
You Live, You Learn Alanis Morissette
You Were Meant For Me Jewel
You're So Vain Carly Simon
Your Body Is a Wonderland John Mayer
Youth Of The Nation PoD
1, 2 Step Ciara
3 am Matchbox Twenty
100 Years Five For Fighting
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