Doug Hills Have Eyes Official

He found Lena’s car nosed into a ditch. The doors were open. The dome light was on, buzzing a single, frantic fly against the glass.

He took his father’s old Jeep, the one with the cracked windshield and the high beams that flickered. The asphalt turned to gravel, then to dirt that glowed pale blue under a quarter moon. The land rose on either side—low, scrubby hills, dotted with creosote and the skeletons of saguaro. doug hills have eyes

Mickey, twenty-two and full of the kind of boredom that itches under the skin, thought they meant coyotes. He found Lena’s car nosed into a ditch