I moved the these mountains a little over six months ago. I can tell you one thing about my ex wife’s property and the mountain it sits on. It isn’t normal.

At first, nothing happened. I was too out of it to notice anything. I’d just gotten finished signing the paper work of a mutual but nasty divorce and always felt like the world was crushing me. But my ex wife was kind enough the give me her old family cabin. “You need to get away from here, go relax, it’ll do wonders”. And so I took her advice, because no matter how much I try to ignore it, she’s always been smarter than me.

It started with little things. I’ve always had this trouble sleeping and since the divorce it’s only gotten worse. Usually I’ll watch some late night sitcoms or read a book. When I’m reading I’ll notice that I don’t hear the slightly annoying sound of crickets or the occasional rustle of a deer near the property. Not even an owl. It didn’t bother me at first, but the more time you spend in complete silence the more time it starts to grate on you.