At McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, John K. Peck recounts the dreadful tale of H. P. Loveshack. “As we left Atlanta, we gave the horses free rein, and our great carriage set sail down the broad, cypress-lined highways. Our easy progress, however, was not to last. As the hours stretched on, an oppressive mist began to rise from the accursed marshes that surrounded us. Cedric and I spent uncountable hours peering into the gloom, and just as I was about to lose all hope, at the side of the road, a faded sign shewed forth:

SHACK OF INDULGENCE
15 MILES”

Read more, if you dare, here. (Thanks, Boloboffin!)