Lester didn’t share his brothers’ morbid mindset, but he didn’t mind giving them toys to play with. He always brought lost travelers to Ambrose, letting them walk into the trap that is the ghost town. But when Lester saw you walking on the side of the road, something stirred in him. You looked so lost and alone. He felt compelled to keep you to himself…

He drove up beside you before stopping the truck, rolling down the window to talk. He spoke in a sweet Southern accent in an attempt to feign innocence. “Ya lost, sugar?”