There is a terrible belief in the American south - about Creole black sorcerers, who since time immemorial have learned to turn their pain into a curse and the death of other people. And there is also a belief, no less terrible, about the Hand of Glory, the severed hand of a warlock, which brings strength to those who rightfully own it, and death to those who take possession of it by chance.

Whoever believes in legends today Old South? But I had to believe it, because drivers are rushing along the highway - truck drivers, damned, doomed to an eternal race, dying a terrible death, if they stop just for a moment. And there is no salvation for the victims of the great Evil...