FTR
One Thousand Club
Cold Was The Night
A group of friends plan to go on a cross country trip to Alaska from Colorado via I-70 W in an RV.
Everything is going great until they hit Montana, then things start getting weird.
A wreck (or something idk), tests their patience and forces them off the main road into a supposed "shortcut" through an unmarked forest road.
At first, it starts off as something not totally obvious, maybe a wrong turn or the short cut ending up much longer instead. GPS goes haywire, electronics go down intermittently and they notice they haven't seen anyone else on the road for hours. The supposed 10ish hour trip across the state stretches out to 13 hours.
Then 15
Then night falls on the forest road.
It brings uncharacteristic cold, even for Montana, accompanied by a deep fog..... A cold that bites into your very soul, bringing out the worst in everyone. (kinda like the sonic wave emitter, cellphone thing that makes everyone murderous in that movie where Mace Windu plays a rich hipster plotting world domination and cockneys have to save the day..........but with cold fog instead...and not as intense or violent Kingsman: Secret Service*)
It is at this point that the actual horror movie aspect kicks in. Time starts to act funny, days and nights have no logical pattern, sometimes lasting less than an hour other times well over a week. Visions and hallucinations start up, weird marks on people's bodies, things written on the windows, objects and structures appearing and disappearing out of the blue, fuel cans left in creepy ways along the road, etc. Staying in one spot isn't an option because after the second night cycle they spend at rest they show up (haven't decided what they are yet, open to suggestions).
Eventually (Gods of attention span willing!) they'll hit the unpaved loop of the endless road, then finally run out of diesel and have to go on foot, at which point the road will start to disappear and things will go zero to Blair Witch real quick. Near the end, night will fall perpetually. The cold won't come immediately, it's presence marked by the fog that comes and goes.
Maybe more stuff, maybe less stuff. idk, these are just the ramblings of an insomniac.
Imagine Blair Witch Project meets Grave Encounters meets The Evil Dead meets The Mist
but minus the production quality and good writing :T
Oh, and everyone diesobviously
so, if this turns into something, take it in stride when your time comes.
A group of friends plan to go on a cross country trip to Alaska from Colorado via I-70 W in an RV.
A wreck (or something idk), tests their patience and forces them off the main road into a supposed "shortcut" through an unmarked forest road.
At first, it starts off as something not totally obvious, maybe a wrong turn or the short cut ending up much longer instead. GPS goes haywire, electronics go down intermittently and they notice they haven't seen anyone else on the road for hours. The supposed 10ish hour trip across the state stretches out to 13 hours.
Then 15
Then night falls on the forest road.
It brings uncharacteristic cold, even for Montana, accompanied by a deep fog..... A cold that bites into your very soul, bringing out the worst in everyone. (kinda like the sonic wave emitter, cellphone thing that makes everyone murderous in that movie where Mace Windu plays a rich hipster plotting world domination and cockneys have to save the day..........but with cold fog instead...and not as intense or violent Kingsman: Secret Service*)
It is at this point that the actual horror movie aspect kicks in. Time starts to act funny, days and nights have no logical pattern, sometimes lasting less than an hour other times well over a week. Visions and hallucinations start up, weird marks on people's bodies, things written on the windows, objects and structures appearing and disappearing out of the blue, fuel cans left in creepy ways along the road, etc. Staying in one spot isn't an option because after the second night cycle they spend at rest they show up (haven't decided what they are yet, open to suggestions).
Eventually (Gods of attention span willing!) they'll hit the unpaved loop of the endless road, then finally run out of diesel and have to go on foot, at which point the road will start to disappear and things will go zero to Blair Witch real quick. Near the end, night will fall perpetually. The cold won't come immediately, it's presence marked by the fog that comes and goes.
Maybe more stuff, maybe less stuff. idk, these are just the ramblings of an insomniac.
Imagine Blair Witch Project meets Grave Encounters meets The Evil Dead meets The Mist
but minus the production quality and good writing :T
Oh, and everyone dies
so, if this turns into something, take it in stride when your time comes.
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