MIKE LESTER

There are places that do not exist on any map.
Places that wait beyond the edge of dusk... where familiar roads grow dark and twisted, and every shadow seems just a little too long for comfort.
They call it...The Low Country. It’s here you’ll find-

Grooves etched in vinyl whisper their seductive words of madness.
A young boy's sanity balances in the borderland between innocence and evil.
A children's game unwittingly opens the door to oblivion
A grim and unholy pact is fulfilled in fire and glory.

...and it’s only the beginning.