My wife was at work that evening and I was sitting outside on a lawn chair watching the sunset. It was a warm, quiet evening with not much of a breeze at all to rattle the autumn leaves. It was quiet enough that I thought I heard crying in the distance. I walked around the yard, trying to pinpoint exactly where the sound was coming from and I found myself making my way closer to The Bottoms. The crying began to sound more like meowing, more specifically like Lucy. I was excited that we might finally find our cat, but a bit hesitant to enter The Bottoms where the meowing was definitely coming from. When we first found Lucy as a kitten it was on the edge of this mysterious place and now apparently he had returned. Assuring myself that all the stories were just superstition I walked down the slope into The Bottoms. The further I got down into the forbidding area, the further in the meowing seemed to get. After about twenty minutes of making my way through the dense underbrush I came to level ground. I figured I must be pretty close to the center of the area. The briars and underbrush were not nearly as dense down here, due in part to the lateness in the season and probably also the lack of sunlight down this far in the ravine. The sulfur smell that was noticeable on the outskirts was very pungent there. The gurgling of the spring was also much louder. The meowing finally seemed to be getting closer instead of further away. In fact, the meowing seemed to be coming from the spring. A few steps further and I came upon a small pool of cloudy mineral water. The pool was surrounded by a ring of precisely aligned rocks and the spring seemed to be trickling out of the huge boulder behind the pool. All of this stonework clearly had been carefully arranged by someone. --> Next Page