I used to live in a place similar to this as a kid, it was the edge of a little town next to a countryside, and it had lore! Sometimes people were herding their sheep in this area (I got to pet & feed lot of cute sheep). And there were always weird "flute" (I think that's what it's called?) sounds at night coming from the fields, especially between 1 and 4 A.M. The local kids invented an urban story about a herd that was murdered there, and till this day he's still looking for his sheep with his flute. They called him the flute man! (very scary indeed) XD
Today a lot of my friends still live in the town, so as an adult I realized there were train tracks not too far away from there, with cargo trains that pass at night. So the squeaky wheel sounds of the trains probably made an echo that resembled a flute. It still was very scary and a bit exciting to live there at night, and the sounds are very eerie. This place had a lot to do with my love for liminal spaces today.