Grand Lights is an unassuming little town in the Midwest of the United States. It has a river that runs through it and a large enough downtown to be called a downtown. There are movie theaters, churches, schools, shops, and business centers, like every small town. There’s even a riverboat where people can play cards for money. A silly thing to do, because most people lose the games and thus lose the money, but they do it anyway.
Not a very remarkable town, to be sure, except it has the one distinction that no other town I know of has: a terrible history with the fantastic.
This is just one story about a person who had something wonderful and frightening and exhilarating happen to him.