In the quiet town of Kochav Yair-Tzur Yigal, something wicked this way hums.

It’s a sound, a low, incessant drone that’s got the locals up at night, peering into the darkness with a mix of fear and fury.

They say it’s like drilling, like the earth itself is being torn apart beneath their feet. And let me tell you, it’s got everyone on edge.

I’ve been around the block a few times and seen things that’ll turn your hair white. But this? This is something else.