An inhuman scream just ahead froze us in place. A wild-eyed deer—horns shorn off and steam billowing from its gaping snout—wheezed out three hoarse shrieks. I shouted in surprise, tightening my grasp on the baby and Chris; the creature lumbered off and we proceeded through the blackness. Suddenly our shadows lengthened in front of us as we were outlined in a car’s headlights. I didn’t know this wide, gravel path was a road; I turned to see where the car was coming from or going, but the light vanished and the car disappeared when I looked back.