Road 252 was a stretch of hastily-poured tarmac that connected a small farmsted to the nearest main road. It lasted thirty-something miles and was heavily forested on either side, not the cutesy picturesque kind of woods - the mossy, something's trying to hide behind that tree and failing kind of woods.
The latter explained why nobody'd ever spoken to, traded with or even met the people who lived on the farm. The second you started to drive down road 252 you'd hear something heavy running nearby with great thumping strides that seemed to shake the ground and further crack the tarmac.
Trees leant so far over the road that they almost formed a perfect tunnel, blocking out almost all of the sun and leaving you driving in perpetual twilight til the end came in sight. A small farm that had seen better days some forty years ago.
At first glance the owners were likely to be somewhere on the premises but after looking through the windows of the main house you'd be able to see how everything had been thrown about, like it had all been pulled towards the rear of the property.
Towards the deeper end of the woods.
The latter explained why nobody'd ever spoken to, traded with or even met the people who lived on the farm. The second you started to drive down road 252 you'd hear something heavy running nearby with great thumping strides that seemed to shake the ground and further crack the tarmac.
Trees leant so far over the road that they almost formed a perfect tunnel, blocking out almost all of the sun and leaving you driving in perpetual twilight til the end came in sight. A small farm that had seen better days some forty years ago.
At first glance the owners were likely to be somewhere on the premises but after looking through the windows of the main house you'd be able to see how everything had been thrown about, like it had all been pulled towards the rear of the property.
Towards the deeper end of the woods.
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