You approach the centre of town and see the main square and Civil War memorial and the source of the shouting is clear. On the raised platform stand two of the huge tree-like things and between them a man, standing at an altar, chanting with a knife held in the air and corpses strewn around. The trees are hooting at the sky as the black cloud boil overhead. Around the platform, nine children are dancing and beyond it are a number of townspeople, tied up and guarded by another tree creature.