Lancaster

This place is straight out of deliverance. We went there to visit a haunted and abandoned plantation there known as “Mudhouse” on Mudhouse Rd. Let me tell you, everybody there is insane. We met a crazy hick named Fuzzy, got stared at by everybody we passed, got misdirected everywhere by everyone in an effort to confuse us, but eventually we found our way. We’d heard stories about crazy people at Mudhouse beating people up or smashing car windows if they were left alone. We went there and barely crossed the trespassing sign on the old road leading up before a flashlight was bobbing towards us in the distance. A few moments later as we hopped in the car and booked it, another car flew past ours barely missing us, slammed on its brakes while turning around and chased us out of there. We ran to a gas station we stopped at earlier and we found a red pickup following us, they tailed us until we were on the freeway heading away from that godforsaken shit stain on Ohio.

for about a year when I was eight years old. My baby brother was born there. I recently adopted a dog from a rescue near Lancaster.