By night, the barn hunches beside the field at the end of the road. It looks exactly like the sort of place you'd
expect to figure prominently in a movie with zombies eating brains, with demons
establishing a foothold of evil from which to enslave the world, or with some
severely disturbed individual exacting his or her bloody, painful revenge on the
town that made growing up a living hell. At one end of the barn, the
silhouette of the silo towers looms over than the barn roof like the dark tower
of an evil wizard. No lights, no sound, and no movement disturbs the
night. Creepy!