It was a dark night, one summer long ago. There was heat lightning rumbling in the distance, as Xeno and I slowly made our way towards the top of an abandoned water tower. The air was still, and the trees around us barely rustled as we made our way higher, clambering from one rusty pipe to the next. As we neared the top, we congratulated each other, as we had been hard-pressed to find interesting places to explore amid the latest government crackdown. The water tower had been lost to history, and nothing of any importance was nearby, so nobody cared. Now that we were high enough, we could see one solitary light, burning in the forest far to the east, but we decided that whoever it was was almost certainly unaware of out presence.
After a few more minutes of solid effort, we clambered over the edge of the curved, flaking bulb that was the top of the tower. Surveying our surroundings, we looked upon the beautiful Michigan night, surrounded by the trees and the silence. But then, out of the south, there came a rustle, and a low moaning...
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