PART ONE
BLOOD HUNT
Dawn, October 1st, to Midnight, October 2nd
The hellhounds dogging my steps, everywhere I go The hellhounds following my tracks, everywhere I go; Caught my scent at the crossroads And chasing me through the corn Hellhounds dogging me everywhere I go.
—Oren Morse, Lost and Lonely Blues
I don’t mind them graveyards, and it ain’t ’cause I’m no kind of brave; Said I don’t mind no graveyard, but I ain’t no man that is brave. ’Cause the ghosts of the past, they are harder to face than anything comes from a grave.
—A. L. Sirois, Ghost Road Blues