Around 3AM, my friend and I drove to Dows Observatory because we assumed there would be a nice field to watch the Geminid meteor shower. We pulled in to the gravel parking lot, thankfully no one was there, and got out. Me, I never got both my feet out of the car. Immediately after opening the car door, I felt like something was off. My friend was walking around the parking lot looking for a spot with a good view of the night sky, but I was frozen, gripping onto my car door. In the distance, I felt like I could hear some sort of crying noise — somewhere between human and animal. I was focusing in on it, continuing to feel a very dark energy, when my friend yelled, "Get in the car! Get in the car!" I did not ask any questions. She told me she heard footsteps and when I turned the engine on the radio said in this deep and static-y voice "Go to Cornell" — the college where I live. We whipped out of that parking lot so fast, and the entire time we were speeding down Ivanhoe Rd., we both felt this almost indescribable feeling. It felt like the road was pulling us back. Like it didn't want us to leave.