(Date: Sept. 11, 2018)

Darclin and Mark Greenhorn are farmers who own multiple acres of land. They handle cows, horses, sheep, wheat and corn, apples. They’ve been in the papers a few times, since their crop is so fresh, and everything they sell is always the best quality. These two figures are also your loving parents, and even though they’re busy a lot of the time, they still care for you all the same. It’s been 17 years since you were born in 2001, and nowadays, you help out around the farm. Sure, there are farm hands, and your parents are pretty wealthy, but they like to get their hands dirty. And so do you. It’s a sunny day, partially cloudy, and the wind speed is low. The wheat and corn fields sway with the gentle breeze, pollen floating through the air. The animals are grazing for the afternoon, the horses galloping about in their large pen and the cows and sheep being protected by your golden retriever, Rocky.

You walk down the porch of your parents house, slipping gloves on and slightly skipping along the dirt path. Usually, you’d be smiling as you watched the crops sway and the animals wander, or even paying attention to Rocky and giving him love, but since a week ago, you’ve been rather different. Last week, there was a horrible incident; cow mutilations. It’d been happening to another smaller farm nearby and had, unfortunately, spread to your own parents' land. Now, mutilations were nothing new, there was the occasion one caused by a wolf or something, but this time was different. There were at least 3 cows missing, which were found with their organs exposed, and that was just weird. But the even odder thing about it all, was that you had seen a big black dog, maybe a wolf, in the tree line far out from the grazing spots for the cows and sheep. You’d brushed it off at first, but then you remembered the stories of skinwalkers, and that officially freaked you out. Back to the present day, you’ve spotted the damned dog every day, but at least there weren’t any more mutilations.