Shelbyville is the land of the Beady-Eyed people.
Scaredest I ever got in my youth: one night we were in the car headed to Normandy (a small town near Shelbyville) to meet up with a witch who, it was said, would tell our fortunes if we pulled up in front of her house at precisely midnight and honked once with all the windows open...so anyway, we were trying to find that place, and took a wrong turn, ended up on a gravel road headed up a steep hillside...it was wooded, but winter and the trees had no leaves, could see pretty well by the near-full moon.
At the top of the hill, the road let out into a big clearing, about the size of two football fields, side-to-side. And the entire clearing was scattered with people. All just standing there, spread out arm's distance from each other. All over the clearing. They all turned to look at us in the car, but otherwise did nothing. Didn't shield their eyes from the glare of our headlights, or move to get out of our way, or anything.
Turned as tight a circle as I could and got us the hell out of there.
Yep, the land of the Beady-eyed people. Shovel.
p.s. A few cogent facts I failed to mention initially: first, there were no cars on the gravel road leading to the clearing, or in the clearing itself. How did those hundreds of people get there? No idea. And second, what were they doing, standing all spread apart in the dark like that? There were no lanterns or flashlights, no campfires, no light at all except the moonlight, until our car arrived. Eerie as all friggin' get-out.
Never did find out what it was about. And never tried to find that gravel road again, either. We did eventually find the witch's house. But that's another story.