What they won’t tell you, but I will, is that there lives a highly endangered heron in the sliver of land between Hendersonville and Gallatin. It is endangered because, as its name suggests, it will suck your brain right out of your head.
I bring you the tragic tale of our encounter.
We had gone to Hendersonville to scope out the location for the Satanic sacrifice that happens in the novel. The place JR told us about is indeed perfect. Kind of secluded, but believable that someone would hear something and call the cops. Then we drove to Gallatin and saw this house that made me have to take a million pictures. I was trying to decide when the addition was done, based on the style. I think 40s, but I’m open to suggestions. And it looks like they turned the old outbuilding into a garage. But I was having the most fun looking at all the different brick colors trying to decide if there’d been a porch at some point.
And then we stopped at a park so the dog could poop and there was the heron. Which is not really brainsucking, or is it?