After attending a funeral in Iowa the other day, I was reminded of this really creepy running joke/myth that exists in the area I was in. So every house has one of those metal barn stars, right? It's a cult. They all pay fees every year, and in turn the leader of the cult offers protection from whatever is hiding out in the corn fields behind town. My cousin and I always joke that the secret headquarters is in this weird round building by the water tower. Nobody knows what's actually in there.