The Good Doctor Ambrose

By Doug Brunell

The folks of Stonebridge are a simple, fearful people who have embraced a strange cult, but their doctor harbors no such delusions. He is a man of science, after all. When a child is born of a villager’s tryst with an outsider, it is up to the Good Doctor Ambrose to show the townspeople that the child is free of demon blood. What they are about to find out, however, is that their doctor may have a few dark secrets of his own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Doug Brunell
• Release date: Aug 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310863493

Doug Brunell

I've written for several magazines ("Tattoo Savage," "UFO," "Gray Areas," "Northcoast Journal," etc.) and websites (filmthreat.com, fearlessbooks.com, etc) since 1988. I have written both nonfiction and fiction, and my fiction work tends to lean toward the horrific.

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THE GOOD DOCTOR AMBROSE

Doug Brunell

Published by Doug Brunell at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Doug Brunell

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Deep in the heart of Appalachia country in Pennsylvania, off the hiking trails and just north of a town called Dunsbrook, was a small community of squatters who lived in a place they liked to call Stonebridge.

Stonebridge was founded in 1951 after Reverend Pierce took thirty of his followers and left Dunsbrook after a religious squabble left Pierce’s makeshift shack of a church burned to the ground. After leaving Dunsbrook he had started a religion he called Osidian, and he and his people claimed an area of land no one else seemed to be using so that they could worship in peace. Now, sixty-two years later, they numbered about fifty thanks in large part to inbreeding and the occasional convert.

Every man, woman and child in Stonebridge learned the ways of Osidian as they were taught by Reverend Lange, who had been handpicked by Reverend Pierce days before his death by what Lange called an onslaught of demonry hell-bent on destroying their ways.

There was no industry in Stonebridge. No stores, gas stations, hotels or restaurants. There was no running water, either, though most people had wells they could hand pump. Lights came from kerosene, battery lamps, or candles. People raised their own animals, shot what wandered into their area, and grew their own vegetables. A few had cars. Two of them even had jobs in Dunsbrook, and helped provide for the rest. When something was needed, one or two of them would travel and beg or steal for what was necessary, always giving thanks to the stars for their bounty. The teachings of Osidian didn’t condone stealing, but nor was it a soul sin if it was done for survival.

August was always hot in Stonebridge and the surrounding area, but since it was what the