They don’t cruise, they are Lured. When an abandoned mill sends out ambiguous messages telling boys to “Come to the mill, it’s a sexual playground” they can’t resist. They don’t know why, or who, all they know is where and now. Is someone calling to these boys, a peeping Tom getting off on the thrill of voyeurism or has the mill somehow become self-aware and is feeding off the sexual energy of hot young jocks?
