My eyes stay trained on the flecked red paint of the Old Shack diner as my feet crunch beneath the gravel. I can’t help the chill that runs up my spine, the flickering light of the aged sign only adding to its creepiness. This would be the perfect setting for a slasher flick only I'm not being chased through the neighboring overgrown field by a masked man, his blade tinged red with the blood of my sexy, underdressed coeds.
