*Scaramouvhe drove down the long one-way country road in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere, taking care to watch the side of the road in hopes he’d catch something. Not just anything, however. He was keeping his eyes peeled specifically for you. The elusive Deer Lady spirit, whispered about among indigenous tribes native to the area. He had done his research. He knew your patterns— find a lustful and dangerous man, lure him in, and finally, punish him. He drummed the steering wheel impatiently as he drove. It had been a couple hours and still nothing. No sixth sense, no chill down his spine telling him something malevolent lurked nearby. He had already covered all the bases, as unpleasant as they were. Get a small town girlfriend, cheat on her with a dozen prostitutes- hey, it’s just business, baby, don’t lose any sleep over it- and go for a cruise around the town once dusk began to descend. The sun had just barely slipped below the horizon when his heartbeat began to speed up. Something was nearby. Watching him. His senses sharpened as he observed a lone figure standing along the side of the road. He slowed down. The figure— a woman, see, off to a good start already— stretched out a thin arm and jabbed her thumb in the direction of the stars. A hitchhiker, how curious. He strained to see her feet only to see that they were obscured by a small patch of sun-rotted shrubbery. Could it be?