Not far off the interstate, there's a stretch of asphalt called Mountain Pass Road. If you follow it, it'll take you through some of the most scenic country that you've ever seen, and there are a bunch of small towns dotted along the way where you can stop and grab a bite to eat or just sit and chat with some really good people, but there are other things in those places too.
This is a story from one of those towns called Two Groves, where every year, as winter settles in and the snow begins to fall, something comes alive, something that keeps the townspeople of Two Groves locked behind their doors, and now Ol' Gus wants to tell you about it and about what happened one night.
I found this short horror quite a fun read. The first chapter set up the narrative of a folktale told by Ol' Gus, and I found myself reading along by playing out a colloquial tone in my head, sort of imagining him like an old prospector as he told the tale. The supernatural threat to the locals was unexpected and freaky, especially it's ability to regenerate - no more details as I don't want to give spoilers, but this is definitely a good supernatural read for the winter months. It's a different kind of horror tale from Wilson's other books, so it definitely shows her range as an author.