Complete strangers stranded at a remote desert motel during a raging storm soon find themselves the target of a deranged murderer. As their numbers thin out, the travelers begin to turn on each other, as each tries to figure out who the killer is.
In January 1977, Marilyn and I were looking for someplace out of town to celebrate our 25th anniversary. I mentioned this to one of my fellow workers who happened to be familiar with Little River Inn, and gave me your address and phone number. We left Stockton the evening of Jan. 4th and arrived at Highway 128 in the dark of night. DARK is an inadequate description of that night. We drove on a road that was totally strange to us (for at least a thousand miles, we thought) and arrived... Read More