The Crossroads at Dusty Creek

In the autumn of 2003, a backroads hitchhiker named Linus told me about the crossroads at Dusty Creek, where the pavement turns to gravel and the gravel to dirt, and the dirt ends at a fence line that wasn't there the week before. He claimed he'd seen a woman in a yellow raincoat walking the fence at midnight, always at the same spot, always with her hand raised like she was about to wave—but she never did. He said the local kids called her the Gatekeeper, and that if you stood at the fence long enough, she'd point to a place in the trees where the air felt thicker, colder, older. I drove out there myself on a wet Tuesday night with a flashlight and a tape recorder I never used. What I found wasn't a ghost story. It was a geography problem. The fence had a gate that morning that wasn't there the night before, and the woman in yellow was standing exactly where Linus said she'd be—only she wasn't pointing at the trees. She was pointing at me. #DustyCreek #Gatekeeper #YellowRaincoat #Treeline #Backroads #Hitchhiker #Linus #Fence #Gate #Autumn #2003 #Midnight #PapyrusMap #CoyoteCrossing #GeographyProblem #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo