Luther Strange sounds like a name Stephen King would use for a character who walks the roads around Derry, Maine collecting roadkill to turn into stuffed dead animals that he sells in his father's old shop that goes by the name "Strange Things and Sundries".
The shop that was once successful when his father was alive, but is now coated in dust and the stink of Luther's failure.
One night the taxidermied animals come to life and tell Strange he needs to use human eyes to make his creations better, to make them seem more alive.
Luther Strange begins causing accidents along the roads leading into and out of Derry, Maine. Using homemade caltrops, Luther blows out the tires of unsuspecting travelers. Once stopped, Strange plucks the eyes from his victims and uses them in his menagerie of the dead. Sales skyrocket, and so does the discovery of accident victims with bloody eye sockets of nothingness. Looking into the void that once held life, the town sheriff gets the chill of a memory from long ago. A story he heard as a child about mutilated bodies. Bodies without eyes, like the ones he found today. (dun dun dun)
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