Coming across this old barn was a treat… until I started hearing noises. Â Strange sounds, they were. Â Filled with horror and dread. Â What dark deed transpired here, I wondered. Â But did I really know. Â It was getting late; the sun was beginning to dip. Â Dare I stay until the darkness invades? Â Dare I look under that strangely, though familiarly, shaped pile of hay. Â Would you?
