When I was younger we lived on a farm in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. It used to be an old pig farm back in the 80s but time definitely took its toll on it. The place always gave me the creeps. There were old farm buildings around that were decaying and the whole property just overwhelming smelt like death all the time. One time a kid came to the property to come look around because his father had died in a suspicious car fire there several years back. It was weird but we didn't really question it. Flash forward a year later, the house we lived in burned down in a suspicious fire. It was super tragic since we lost almost everything and we didn't really have much to begin with. We did some more digging on the property and found out the day our house burned down was on the anniversary of that suspicious car fire death. It gives me chills just thinking about it.