Ogle Town, PA

We were lost. Off on some unknown dirt road searching for a cemetery, like all those stupid kids in the movies. Tales of broken down cars and hanging men flooded our minds. Nothing but blackness surrounded my dumpy boat of a car with its dim yellow headlights. We were screwed. We began driving past a HUGE wire fence, uncertain as to whether it was keeping us out, or something else in. At this point we were on lock down; I don't know how many times I pushed that switch, but it hasn't gone dead on me yet. We found ourselves at a fork; nothing but a dense blackness greeted us on either side. We continued left, hoping more and more that we didn't find Crum Cemetery. We drove for miles, the crunch of gravel under the tires was deafening; passing tree by tree by tree. There was a clearing ahead with a red blinking light up in the sky. It was a wind turbine, but there wasn't just one; thousands cut through the air making the same loud buzzing noise. It was at this point I knew no one would hear our screams.