I pulled into a dark, empty plaza and drove the outskirts until I reached a quiet corner facing railroad tracks.
To my left, there was a dense area of trees obscured in darkness. To my right, there a long wall that made up a portion of one of the buildings.
It was a good place to cook some ramen and read, or so I thought.
First the rustling of leaves disturbed me - it sounded like footfall to my paranoid ears.
A few moments passed before I heard what sounded like a shriek or wail, but it was most likely an animal I've never been exposed to before.
That noise made my skin crawl, though.
In my head I was imagining a couple of different scenarios of a witch-like creature to jump out of the woods and attack me. More realistically, I thought, it was a group of insane-homeless-woodland people who were watching me through the thick of the brush with intentions of robbing me blind.
I kept cooking.
It was only mere seconds after I cleaned up when I heard another human-like, shrill sound.
Yep. It was time to go.