The Mad and the MacAbre by Jeff Strand;Michael McBride

Author:Jeff Strand;Michael McBride
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Short Stories, Horror, Humor, +IPAD, +UNCHECKED
ISBN: 9781888993981
Publisher: Dark Regions Press
Published: 2010-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

November 13th, 2010

Saturday

All mythology is rooted in fact.

Those six words returned again and again to the forefront of Gabriel's mind as he drove westward along the winding highway, higher into the mountains. Throughout its history, mankind has always sought to explain what it doesn't understand. Wild stories have been fabricated and deities created to rationalize events that are now easily justified. Thunder was caused by Thor's hammer, lightning by Zeus's hand. Sickness was the result of angering the spirits and natural disasters were the vengeance of the gods. While Gabriel didn't subscribe to the Christian notion of God, he couldn't help but think the same principles applied. How did man come to be? Why, God birthed him from nothing and set him down in the Garden of Eden, of course. Never mind the irrefutable arguments for evolution. The fall of Sodom and Gomorrah? God did it. Scholars claim to have found the Garden and the remains of both cities. If they had actually existed, then what had truly happened there? And if the mythology of the bible were based in fact, then what had his sister and her friends found in these very mountains?

Gabriel was forced to slow his black Dodge Intrepid as the snow, which until now had only come down in fits and starts, began to fall in earnest. The impregnable walls of ponderosa pines, assorted spruces, and bare aspens sparkled with the recent accumulation, while the scrub oak packed between the trunks remained sheltered beneath the canopy. Each bend in the road granted a brief glimpse of the sharp white peaks in the distance over the treetops. The flakes tumbled sideways across the asphalt on the shifting wind, but had fortunately yet to begin to stick.

He cranked up the radio to drown out his thoughts.

The highway descended into a deep valley, at the bottom of which was a wide river so blue it positively radiated a glacial coldness. Its banks were already buried beneath several inches of snow. Gabriel veered from the pavement onto the widened gravel shoulder just before the bridge that crossed the river, and turned right onto an uneven dirt road designated only by the 432 mile-marker post. The forest closed in from both sides to form a claustrophobic trench. Tire tracks marred the dusting of snow ahead. His car rattled over a long washboard stretch before the road evened out again.

County Road 432 wended around the topography of the mountains for twenty-some miles before it appeared to simply peter out on the map. The cabins were just over fourteen miles from the highway. If he pushed the car past twenty-five miles per hour, he would be there in half an hour. Unconsciously, he eased off the gas.

The river flirted with the road, but remained just out of reach through the trees.

Gabriel switched on the headlights and turned up the windshield wipers, which made the thumping sound of a mechanical heartbeat that accelerated with his own. Between the heat gusting from the dashboard and the oppressive forest, the car was beginning to feel like a coffin.

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