Correspondence From Jacob Graham, Returning Surveyor

My only real attempt at writing "gothic horror" outside of Full Fathom Five. This one sucks too. I'm putting it up here mostly so that I can feel as though I've written more than I have. Honestly, I've written a lot over the last two years, but if I limit myself to only the stories I'm super proud of then there would maybe be only one or two pieces on this page. This is a story about the mapping of a distributary of the Mohawk River in upstate NY. The team of surveyors are then assaulted by strange sounds in the night and the knowledge that time somehow passes differently once one enters the woods. Blah blah blah.

The image in the thumbnail is "The Oxbow" by Thomas Cole.