Adventure.
There is a partially burned house about 20 miles from my school. The front yard is filled with baby doll heads on spikes and there are doll parts hanging from trees by barb wire and fishing line. The people(?) who actually live in the burnt out, texas chainsaw massacre-reminiscent husk of a human dwelling have about a dozen hounds in the yard, as well as a blue book’s worth of vintage cars.
Some friends and I went walking by one night to see if we could see the baby dolls. The dogs started barking and we ran back to my car at a church about a hundred yards down the road. A guy who looked like Larry the Cable Guy came chasing after us from the property in an old 4-runner. He had a walkie talkie in his hand and he followed us in his truck with his bright lights on for about 12 miles until I managed to lose him. Freaky shit.