Thugs? Why just thugs? It's sanctuary from the cops. But that are not the only kind of people who hang out there.
In Boulder CO, I was biking across the foggy morning of an old graveyard from the frontier days when I heard an eerie weird sound like a croaking wail, ever rising in tone and loudness.
Then I saw two huge mastiff dogs running towards me just like in the movie 'The Omen' and the hounds of Hell.
I was freaking out for a moment guilty that i was using the bike path that cut across all the graves.
The sound was a guy starting up his bagpipes trying to wake the dead and an another guy was walking his dogs.
For a second I thought I was toast.