I used to live in Utah, it was a small place we had some houses and a bridge. Over near the edge of the town there was a area that no one dared go to. It was strange because there was a dirt path going that way. No snake, wasp nor roadrunner would live there. One day some of my friends wanted to check it out so we gathered some supply's. Some water, food and a rope, we didn't make it very far into the path before we saw tall grass. We were all excited because there might of been cool things in there. I suggested that we stop on the way back. They didn't listen to me and I went ahead alone. Five minutes of walking later I spotted a old house sitting in the field. By now the sun has gone down and the moon was high. It was strange how the light reflected off the house. It was almost like it wasn't meant to be there. I headed back, next week I came back and the house was gone. (heavy drum beats playing in the background)