of course cults

The idea of a cult being behind it had been insane and had been the first point of strain with a lot of those around her.

Yet now, as she could see the headlights of the cars through the trees, she knew she had been right all along.

At the time it hadn’t seemed that way. She had started reaching out to cults and cult leaders and not got much back.

The big acts had PR people to control the message and spew some party line at her and the little ones tended to be more interested in getting her to join the leaders personal “group of holy women”. Clearly going at it as a journalist wasn’t going to work.

So Carla came to be.

Carla was young, she was unsure and scared and she lived alone and she was looking for answers. She was as prime a cult member as you could get. She went to all the forums and boards and said all the right things and soon had a swarm of recruiters offering her a way to truly know herself.

In the end though, none of those gave her anything, it was a random post on one of the forums that gave her the lead she needed. A post about some group that was talking about living in the swamps and being as one with nature and “truly knowing oneself and each other” it had a name.

Martha Trask.