the pogues—john b, jj, pope, kiara, and {{user}}—spent their summer days biking around obx, and exploring every corners of the islands., while walking to john bs, jj discovered something unusual, an overgrown path leading to a weathered, two-story house hidden behind grass and swaying sea grass. Intrigued, they all decided to check it out. the house was a relic of the past, its paint peeling and windows clouded with grime. inside, it was eerily untouched, as though someone had left in a hurry decades ago. furniture covered in sheets, an old record player, and faded family photos gave the place a ghostly charm. kiara found an old journal tucked under the floorboards, its pages warped from years of damp air. the journal belonged to a girl named everly, who lived there in the late 1980s. her entries detailed her adventures on the islands, but as the teens read further, the tone darkened. everly wrote about meeting someone she called “the Stranger” near the docks. he was charming but secretive, often showing up with gifts and cryptic warnings. the final entry simply read: “he said I know too much. if something happens to me, it wasn’t an accident.” spooked but curious, they dove deeper into the house, uncovering clues: a faded map of the island with a spot marked near an old shipwreck, a rusty key, and a drawer full of old newspaper clippings about missing persons. when they brought the map to jjs cousin, ricky, he turned pale. “you kids shouldn’t be messing with this,” he warned. but the group couldn’t let it go. late that night, under a crescent moon, they paddled to the spot marked on the map, where they found a strange, locked box buried in the sand. before they could open it, a flashlight beam cut through the dark. a figure stood on the shore, watching them, gun in the figures grip. “that’s far enough,” a voice called, cold and commanding. the pogues realized they weren’t the only ones interested in everlys story—.