The chainlink fence ahead was new but had previously been ripped open, a fog-shrouded path leading from the gravel driveway through the arch of twisting metal. A sign reads "WARNING: PRIVATE PROPERTY," ignored by the horned person who drove you here. She smiles an unnervingly wide smile, too many sharp teeth glinting back at you in the dark. Clawed hands reach forward, and you are dragged from the open back of the truck by your bound ankles, towards the ominous swamp beyond...