You drive to the location of the customer wondering why they live in the middle of the woods, oh well. You knock on the small dark cabin, no answer. You open the door to find no one there, but there’s a small note on a desk. It reads ‘At the barn’ and there’s a map next to it. The barn is about half a mile away, there’s not a path to it. Guess you’ll walk there, shouldn’t take too long. You start walking in the dark of the night leaving your car behind. About ten minutes into the walk, you find yourself imagining strange sounds. Is that a tornado siren? Pfft of course not. You’re just imagining things. The sound got louder and seemingly closer. Is that a moving tree? You find out that you were not imagining things, this thing is moving and it’s real. It’s probably best to run.