THE RAILROAD...AND THE HOUSE

No train has run on this railroad since the end of the Civil War-a railroad built by the servitude to perfect evil-and its trusted tracks run right behind the house. Justin Collier expects his respite in Gast, Tennessee, to be relaxing if not a bit dull, but he will find out soon enough that those same train tracks once led to a place worse than Hell.

WELCOME TO THE GAST HOUSE

A historical bed and breakfast or a monument to the obscene? Collier doesn't need to know the building's rich history: women raped to death for sport, slaves beheaded and threshed into the soil, and pregnant teenagers buried alive. Who or what could mitigate such horrors over 150 years ago. And what is the atrocious connection between the old railroad and the house? Each room hides a new, revolting secret. At night, he can smell the mansion's odors and hear it's appalling whispers. Little girls giggle where there are no little girls, and out back, when Collier listens closely, he can hear the train's whistle and see the things chained up in its clattering prison cars. Little does he know, the mansion and the railroad aren't haunted b.y ghosts but an unspeakable carnality and a horror as palpable as excited human flesh.

WELCOME TO A PLACE WORSE THAN HELL...