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My first Joe Hill was this genuinely terrifying short story which was included in [b:The New Dead: A Zombie Anthology|6721385|The New Dead A Zombie Anthology|Christopher Golden|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1440204994l/6721385._SY75_.jpg|6917512] and I've devoured a few Joe Hill novels since then, trying without luck to reach the dizzying "oh gross!/oh shit!/oh noooooo!" peaks this story delivered.

(Also, [b:The New Dead: A Zombie Anthology|6721385|The New Dead A Zombie Anthology|Christopher Golden|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1440204994l/6721385._SY75_.jpg|6917512] is a pretty great horror anthology, which is not something I get to say as often as I'd like.)

Written at a time when Twitter was newish--clearly, as we hadn't settled on the verb for it yet--this story is told entirely in tweets by Blake, a typically over it teenager who has not been enjoying her family's standard summer road trip across America’s hidden byways. Then comes the day they pick the wrong hidden byway. It sounds like written in tweets is a precious gimmick. It's not. This story scared the shit out of me.

And that is all I'm going to say because I love you dear reader and you deserve to have the shit scared out of you too. And you can (as of this writing) read it for free on Nightmare magazine's site:

https://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/twittering-circus-dead/