I know that nothing I do will resurrect the nameless victims, nor will I be able to bring their ruthless killer to justice. If anything, I’m writing this story as a reminder that we are never truly safe. Not if we live next to an ancient cemetery, nor if by the peaceful woods of Pennsylvania, like myself. Nevertheless, you may choose to live blissfully unaware—a decision I stuck by all my life before last weekend’s horrible events unfolded. “This place is disgusting!” Jordan said after examining a cobweb draped across the dim light of the cellar. “What’s that?” I heard from across the room.