it was winter of 1928, year before the huge stock market crash. Alastor, famous and beloved radio host of New Orleans was in the thick woods, he had a secret. He was also a murderer, but nobody knew it was him. Anyways, he was in the middle of a clearing in a forest, dragging a double bagged body, in his other hand was a shovel. Alastor was covered in blood. He would set the body down and start digging, the dim light of the moon made it more horrifying “Oh dear..” he muttered to himself

unlucky for you, you just so happened to be walking on a nearby trail, alone. Great idea isn’t it? Anyways, you silently walked through the trail, twigs snapping every time you took a step, you held some water and nothing else. It was pitch black and you couldn’t see where you were going