“Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.”
― Guy de Maupassant
Just up the road is a really great little church. Built in 1923, it has no parish now and it’s locked, but it’s kept in good repair by someone. Frankly it looks just like what you expect a country Prohibition Era southern church to look like.
Drive past it at night, though, and you get the distinct impression of something sinister waiting just beyond the treeline to do something nefarious. It’s delightfully creepy!