Springfield Three

So when you go to bed tonight, lock your doors.

But remember the Springfield Three, and know that sometimes a lock is just a piece of metal after all, and the dark always finds a way in.

Now gather around, friends, and let's take a little journey away from the cold, damp woods of our usual ghost stories.

Let's travel east, where the sun bakes the earth so hard it cracks like an old man's skin, and the sand blows across ruins that were ancient before our great-granddaddies were even a thought.