Lost Creek Hollow Doesn't matter if you need it or not

It was that night all over again, all at once; Eshe and that smell and Moss and that woman and the smell and the baby, the blood, the blood the blood THE BLOOD —

No! Mae shrieked, not seeing Kel. In her mind it was him. It was the man, grabbing her, hurting her and now she was choking on her screams, stumbling away and her chest hurt so much. Her voice died in her raw throat and she ran.

She ran, and she didn't look back.