An old mill inhabited by dozens of bats.

Before entering the mill we builded our camp at the quarry-like site in the middle of a country side. When we were making supper we heard a strange noise. There was a horse with a cart riding at us. In the complete darkness. The horse passed us quite near very fast. We saw nothing, we just heard the voice. Nobody would ride blind that fast. Except The Ghostrider.
After one hour sleep we went to the mill. It was very beautiful misty morning.