With time, I forgot the nightmare. Or, rather, stopped thinking about it. I don’t think I can ever forget a sight that awful, but the image dulled over time. But that coldness always stayed imprinted on my mind. The farm was never a warm place again for me.
Several years ago there was a site named Hell.com and it had a flashy front end that was intentionally creepy. On a particularly slow afternoon in 2005, I got bored and decided to poke around the site to see if I could find anything interesting.