Early morning in the middle of nowhere, a dark barn sat in a valley, it’s weather beaten wooden cladding showing signs of disrepair and derelict. It sat, although completely out of sight, like a thorn amongst roses. The rolling hills and green grass surrounding was breath-taking as the rising sun painted the dark sky blue and silky clouds travelled across the sky without purpose as the growing sunlight danced along the ground and bathed the blades of grass with an orange hue.

If you didn’t see the building, you would simply sit and marvel at the paint brush the world created everyday in this remote place, but catching it in view or close enough to hear the noises, and you would never come back. It’s blacked out windows, strange smell and weird noises, the building emitted a sinister intention.