Inexplicable psychosis consumes a small town of isolationists, carving out a body-littered, blood-splattered journey into madness. Seep, a gruesome reminder of the fatal nature of life.
Spring, 1927. Without warning, without reason, insanity descends like a cloud of locusts upon a small town in the American Southwest. Neighbor turns on neighbor and family members on one another. The few who are not afflicted battle for their lives as the stain of madness spreads unchecked. Bodies soon litter the dusty streets and the small town burns. Salvation, it would seem, is only for the dead.
Inspired by the true events that struck the village of Pont-Saint-Esprit, France, over the summer of 1951, when a bizarre and fast-spreading madness suddenly affected hundreds, concluding in seven deaths and leaving fifty more interned to asylums.
Eric. There you are. I’m not much for the web, but I noticed (like, tonight) that you left autho. Gotta say, your exit was funny as fuck. My email will show up down there in the box. Give me a shout sometime if you ever get bored.
Gerry
Ah, thank you for stopping by, sir. It’s good to know where to find ya! And that you found me!
Cheers,
E