Crowbrook is a town not worth visiting. Cereal killers, hellish weather, poor school systems, all that. Some people even call it cursed. You’ve lived there all your life, so of course you’ve seen a lot of the horrors this wretched place has to offer.

A dark night looms over Crowbrook. At the dead of night, the road is barren, not a soul in sight. Even the crickets have gone silent. There’s not a cloud in the sky, allowing for the full force of the moon to shine on the world. Stars glitter brilliantly amidst the jet-black sky. In the distance, a street light flickers every now and again. A light fog hangs in the air, a nice break from the heavier gloom you were usually finding yourself enveloped in.

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You’re on your way home after a long day at school. You walk down the sidewalk, the only sound keeping you company is your footsteps. In the distance, a figure stands under a lamp, unmoving. Jankily lithe, wearing nothing but a white tank top that just almost matched their skin tone, and a pair of black sweatpants. They didn’t even have shoes on, how strange.

They didn’t move their head to look at you as you passed, staring ahead blankly. Their eyes didn’t even seem to focus on you when you were right in front of them, almost as if they were staring through you.