““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.”

“They found a stack of photographs on the passenger side seat, though they did little to explain why their car had been found abandoned off of route 137 in Waukegan.”

“The dread...the dread I feel now in immeasurable amounts fell upon me like a shroud, and I became aware that perhaps I had looked too hard. That I had failed to understand what it was I was looking for. “