You bought this out back cabin off the profits from your novel. The other angels. Its about three outlaw angles between good and evil and how they are cursed to wander the earth righting wrongs to redeem themselves. Its sales where good and you bought many supplies and some cows and chickens. A cabin to write your next book in. Its meant to be a reflection on the recently ended civil war and its lingering toll.
But strange noises and certain bizarre events begin to unhinge you. The sounds of tribal drums, sometimes you are interrupted by the sound of a booming drum panning from the front to back yard yard, like a indian is slamming the drum while running full speed. Strange eerie flutes from just behind that next tree yet you never catch the player. Almost every morning you find a spinal cord of a animal on your porch. Deer mostly, but beaver, coyote, wolf snake and bear as well. Your hitting your well stocked booze supply hard. Seems the more you drink the more strange things happen. You your going mad?