Benight
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Last published Sat, Jun 8, 2024
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WARNING! This story is marked as mature for the following: Gore, violence, swearing, tobacco and/or alcohol use, paranoia/unsettling themes, depictions of varying mental health issues.
Set in Louisiana, 'Benight' follows Micah Theriot, a game warden who is sent to Challette Grove in order to assist with any duties that do not involve the ever busy deer season, which has occupied the majority of the warden services. While there, he looks into a string of mauled animals reported near properties, and soon finds himself unexpectedly roped into investigating a missing persons case. This act spirals into a far greater issue then anyone could have imagined, as eventually a murderer is presumed to be on the loose, and a horrid creature of legend is suspected as the assailant by Micah.
Working with the police department on the public aspects of the case, and with a local journalist on the folklore possibilities, Micah must find a way to catch the killer before it catches him. He must also prove once and for all if the Rougarou had truly returned to the swamplands, or if it was merely a speculation all along.
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