“It rained tonight, and I suppose that should have indicated to me that something was wrong, that I needed to stay home…Had I been really thinking clearly, I would have called the night a wash, stayed inside, and perhaps saved the costume for next year.

But I didn't listen to the signs that something was wrong.

I wanted to walk in the rain.”

“I dream about the place more and more as time passes. I've lost track of the days, but I know that out of the last four nights, three of them were dreams about that place that I had never been to. “

““I have tried with time to come to an understanding of what I saw that night, but every attempt I have made to try and give it reason, to formulate it in my mind, fails as soon as it starts.”

““The fields that sit outside my window are rotting, a cold wind winding its way over the dead stalks, sending the smell of decaying plants in through my window.”

““I hear the insects in the tall grass, that heavy hum that sits in the front of your mind when you listen for it. It is the sort of droning that seems to purge you of all other thoughts, and leaves you sitting in a state of disconnect from the rest of the world.”