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Somewhere over the rainbow, down the rabbit hole, at the barricade, and in your wildest dreams... West of the state capital, and just off of 71, lies the sleepy small town of Pageson. With a population of 234, there are no secrets in this close-knit community... Except for one.Suppose you lived in a town where people went missing, and then were found dead in the forest.
Where whispers of animals and creatures roam freely, but have never been found?
Suppose you lived in a town where secrets are everywhere, and things are never what they seemed.
Suppose you lived in a town where strange occurrences were more often then normal ones.
Suppose you lived in a town where you were constantly being watched, and you didn’t even know it.
Suppose you lived in a town where escape was impossible, and if you tried to leave, you’d end up dead or worse.
Suppose you lived in a town where no one is who they say they are… not even you.
Pageson is more than just a town. It's a nightmare. It's the story people would pass around at campfires. It's the thing kids feared more than the monster underneath their bed. It's the reason so many children stayed awake at night. Because what's more scary then knowing about a ghost town? Living in one.
Of course, as the children grew older they became less and less afraid of the so-called place they once thought was scary. They realized that it was something that their siblings would tell them, so they would stop annoying them. It was something bullies used to frighten others. It was the thing that eventually, everyone stopped becoming afraid of. It's the thing that nobody but the new generations feared. The story passed on through every generation like a wild fire. And soon enough, they found out they weren't scared of it anymore.
The talk in the small library reminded you of the cafeteria on a Friday. Everyone was busy chattering away, what they would be doing over the weekend and who was throwing the best party. Only this time, it wasn't that simple. There had been rumors about the woods for ages. Hell, you grew up with the campfire songs and the stories that haunted your dreams. Although, that's all you thought of it. Stories. Oh, what you'd give for that belief now.
Two days ago, on August seventeenth, a man had been walking with his dog in the woods. "Don't go," His wife had said. "It's dangerous out there." He shrugged it off with a shake of his head, and assured her he would be fine. With a sigh, she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent him from going there. It was his job. He was a reporter, and he was trying to get one last story before he retired. He decided that 'Perdition Pines, Fact or Fiction?' Would be a nice title. So, with a camera and a flashlight, he set out with into the forest that surrounded the town, his best friend named Buddy by his side.
What he found was more than he expected to find. It was drastic, it was horrifying, and it made him throw up.
He could barely look at it after he first found the body. He had seen some bad things. But never this bad. No, never this terrifying. The body was laid out like a doll, except for the markings in the skin. There were vertical lines up and down the body. Like someone took a razor blade and slashed it through in even little slashes. He fumbled with his phone, and when the 'No signal' message flashed, he took that as a sign from god and got the hell out. He called the police, and in thirty minutes half of the Pageson police department was in the foggy, wet forest. The scene was gruesome. But that wasn't the worst part. No, Not even close.
The reporters wrote a story on it later that day, explaining how there was a murder in the forest. All those stories when you were a kid actually started to make sense. They explained how the body had been cut all the way through, but there were no signs on what could've done it. Not even a weapon could create such straight lines. They said not to worry, and that there would be police detectives from all of the county looking into it. But it didn't help. Even the adults were scared. Will they find the truth to the matter? Or will it continue to get crazier from there?
Start from entering the library or being there. You can be talking to friends about it, listening into other's conversations. Let your mind wander, explore the possibilities of other attacks. The sky's the limit...