Driving through Eastern Kentucky woodlands
It was dark. I had the lights on, and it could barely even light the way. The constantly meandering road could help either. I could only slowdown in to keep the car on the track and hoping to God that my car does not run out of gas. The dreadful moment was still on. It got exacerbated by too much worry about something going wrong with my car while in the woods. There was something very unusual about the hills (Baecher, pg 5). It carried me away in fear. I tried to drown the dreadful thought by putting on the car radio, but it was all in vain. The communication kept losing receptions, and I was after that on very high alert. With the menacing silence of the trees, one could easily mistake the trees to be in a profound sleep.
Driving my car through the Eastern Kentucky woodlands in the middle of the late-night is the most frightening thing I have ever done in my lifetime. The light from the moon could not reach the forest undergrowth. It got blocked by the thick vegetation and the hills which were in total silence but then sending frightening signals as though they wanted me six feet under.
The roads passing through the thick forest looked as though they were abandoned since any car could barely be seen. They were characterized by very sharp carvings and the presence of multiple depressions that I could not quickly notice in that fateful night. One could easily veer off the road if they did not understand the logistics of the roads in the Eastern Kentucky woodlands. I finally got home safe and sound and swore never to drive through such a horrific forest in the middle of the night.