The Devil's Spot

By Bri Maxwell

There is a place, on a quiet Texas road, where the radio drops all signal and there is nothing but static.
But sometimes, something else comes through, a radio station broadcast straight from hell.
Some say it is a legend, some say it is a myth, but one lonely man will find the truth of it in a terrifying night journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bri Maxwell
• Release date: Nov 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465892096

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The Devil's Spot

Bri G. Maxwell

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Copyright 2011 Brienna G. Maxwell

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The drifter slipped into the convenience station while the clerk was busy with a particularly loud set of customers. He knew from experience that his appearance did not convey that he was a paying customer, and most clerks would watch him closely while he was in the store.

He had a little money, bummed from the trucker who dropped him off; if he was lucky it would buy him a hot meal.

As he made his way to the men's room he stumbled and knocked himself into a display rack of batteries. He cursed under his breath as he took a minute to straighten himself out. If the clerk was watching he would seem drunk.

The convenience store was big, set up with showers that truckers could rent. He strolled over to the hand sinks, splashing water on his hands and face, leaving traces of muddy water on his skin, while he used the mirror to check the shower area to see if any of the showering truckers had left their shoes on the floor. His own shoes, acquired in another truck-stop shower room, were beginning to fall apart.

He ignored his own reflection, his hair was unkempt and graying, his face hard and haunted, his shirt a grubby cast off that once belonged to a mechanic named Mike; the reflection bore little semblance to the man he remembered himself