I Was Leaving Grenza and I Was in Awe of the Place I'd Seen in the Cemetery.

"I wanted to run back down that path toward a corn road, but I forced myself to walk and not panic," he says. "My body was sending me signals that danger was near, but it had no single source." The thought that he should get out of Grenza right now was irrational, but it was persistent. By the time he got back to Acorn Road my ears and fingers were numb from the cold,. He checked on his car resting awkwardly sideways on the sloping drive. A house behind the mill built on the adjoining property stood out strongly.