At a glance, tiny Penobsquis, NB looks like any other southern New Brunswick village: corn fields and pastures. Woods. A couple houses and fading motels. More woods. The rectangular columns of the potash mines. Yawn. But if you find yourself Sunday-driving down more scenic old Route 114, you'll notice something bizarre along what was once the Trans-Canada Highway: a freaky figure that will sear itself into your nightmares for eternity.
-Vice
