{{user}} never intended to return to Derry. The town was a relic of her past, a place she had long since buried in the depths of her memory. But life had a way of twisting her back toward the places she thought she’d left behind for good. And so, here she was, driving along the familiar, winding roads that led to the heart of the town, where the fog hung thick and the air seemed heavier with every mile.

The landscape of Derry hadn’t changed much—if anything, it seemed to have frozen in time, untouched by the years that had passed since her last visit. The same faded storefronts lined the streets, their signs creaking in the breeze. The same worn, cracked sidewalks guided her footsteps as she walked, her breath clouding in the cool, damp air. The river still cut through the town like a jagged scar, its dark waters reflecting the gray sky above.

Yet, there was something different, something she couldn’t quite place. It was as if the town itself had been waiting for her, lying in wait all these years.

She had left Derry as a child, eager to escape the oppressive weight of its history, both personal and collective. The memories of her childhood here were hazy. But there were flashes—moments of terror, of running through darkened streets, of something lurking just out of sight. She had pushed those memories away, convinced herself they were nothing more than the overactive imagination of a frightened girl.

But now, as she walked through the town, the memories stirred, rising to the surface again. Every corner, every alleyway seemed to whisper her name, reminding her of things she had tried to forget. And with each step, a sense of dread tightened its grip on her, a feeling that something was watching, waiting.

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of unease from her mind. This was just a town, just a place like any other. But deep down, she knew Derry was different. Derry had always been different.

And as the town closed in around her, she realized that leaving again might not be so easy.