Leo left. The bell jingled. The clerk went back to cleaning his glasses, wondering if Leo would notice the faint sound of twigs snapping outside the store’s back door.
He tossed a beat-up VHS onto the counter. Rituals (1977). Five doctors go hiking. One killer starts picking them off with traps.
“I need something like Wrong Turn ,” said the guy in the raincoat. His name was Leo. He was shaking slightly, but not from the cold.
