The Last Trumpet

The night the stars fell, we could hear the sounds: that low thump-thump from somewhere in the sky, like the beating of some gigantic heart . . .In Sylvan County, Virginia, strange sounds often accompany the coming of darkness. They drift among the remote and shadowed hills, mountains, and valleys as if with a purpose . . . cognizant . . . alive. Like an ominous fugue, this music emanates from portals unknown, weaving a soundtrack for the night itself...a dirge for those who dare to venture into the mysterious and forbidding spheres beyond sound.