Driving on Krome Ave was always an eerie experience, my mom used to warn me about Krome. Back in highscrewl, I'd always hear weird stories. I think it's the line that Miami-Dade can't build past to preserve the Everglades. It felt wild west back then. Two land road, no light, no signs of life, just bullet hole signs. One night, I saw an empty SUV engulfed in flames with no one around. When I got home, I told her the story and she nervously laughed and said I told you.
It's now modernized, even has street lights and traffic.