The area I grew up in was very rural; populated mostly by farmers and their kids. The nearest town was Deweese with a population of under 100 and while it didn't offer much for kids to do, we usually didn't have a hard time making our own fun. One Friday, me and my friends Kevin, Mike and Scott decided to walk the train tracks that went out of town. Already familiar with what was down the tracks to the East, we decided to explore the western stretch. "Hello there young man. Can I help you?" "That's odd," my dad said, “I thought there were only seven murders, but I count ten graves here.