Goodreads asked Michael Amos Cody:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Michael Amos Cody Last evening, just after supper, when we had moved out to the veranda to worship the last light, the unspeakable sounded its claim on our fifty acres of forested mountain side and stony creek bed. What we heard began as a forlorn howl, such as some creature might make if it returned to its den to find the place and its little ones destroyed, a howl that escalated into a scream of rage, the echoes of which seemed to spread invisible fire through the woods and sent us scrambling for . . .

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