Sleepy Holler or Bates Motel?

Our first inkling of the place should have been when we saw the sign out on the highway that was peeling and faded. Nevertheless, we followed the camping signs down a back road and entered this campground that could be in the back country of Virginia or West Virginia. We debated whether to stay when we discovered the office was closed (at 3:30 in the afternoon?) and you had to self register. Looking around, we saw permanent trailers, mostly old, decrepit outbuildings, and old equipment that looked abandoned. Facing more traffic and another hour on the road, we decided to chance it. After setting up (pick your own site) next to the "new" bathrooms and laundry, I set out to take a photo of the sign and vintage trailer that I had spotted on the upper level when we had registered. A lady was opening up the store so I asked about the church that shared the entrance sign. She directed me to the road up the hill which I followed to find an absolutely beautiful and meticulously groomed white church with a red steel roof. Several small ponds dot the landscape; no doubt this is fishing territory when the weather gets a little warmer. Back at the camper, we are eating our leftovers from Marie's BBQ in Heflin and hoping that this place turns out to be pastoral and bucolic rather than the Bates Motel place that we first took it to be. I'm not taking a shower tonight though.