I can't say why he did it (relocated the stream). He shouldn't have done it. We ordered steps to come into compliance.

I just relocated here and to me there aren't enough stores. But I don't want to see it become Brick Township, either. As it is, I won't come here from Thursday to Sunday in the summer because of the traffic.

Something deep in the human psyche has always seemed to yearn for ever more enhanced levels of savagery.

We do everything we can to keep it pristine.

The original Gothic horror tales focused on personalities deformed through loneliness. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves: all made, not born. But the isolation? Are even such as these ever truly alone? Perhaps the psyche has always been more complex than that, desire eternally more potent than terror. Surely, none prowl entirely in solitude.

Even in the wood, there was a right road and a wrong one. All the most terrifying fairy tales inevitably began with some foolish innocent (or two) straying from the path. Then anything might happen.