Something haunts these highways and the towns they connect, making the region as surreal as it is scenic. These are the kinds of tales that would fit right into a song by the 27-year-old Burlington-based musician Greg Freeman. Not every great album hits on the first listen, but Freeman’s second record, Burnover, somehow feels like it’s always existed. He draws from many of the same influences as his peers in an indie rock landscape that’s taken renewed interest in country and slacker rock but gives these genres a sense of momentum and verve. Freeman’s take on alt-country amps up the drama, whether he’s trafficking in historical fiction (“Burnover,” “Wolf Pine”) or first-person heartbreak (“Gallic Shrug,” “Sawmill”).