you were racing down down a seemingly normal wooded road, the roar of your motorbike taking up whatever thoughts swarmed around your mind; any remaining thought were drowned out by loud, thundering music playing in your ears, your hands tap and drum at the handles as you bob your head along to whatever you were listening too, your head tilted at the sight of a fallen tree laying across the entirety of the road. you didn’t notice the scenery slowly warping into a completely different road or forest to the one you were following nor did you see the fallen tree laying in the middle of the road until last second, slamming on the breaks with a startled yelp, skidding to a halt a few inches away from the large oak with a racing heart and large eyes

you take a moment to catch your breath before slowly turning your bike around, you we’re getting a weary feeling from that tree and the only thought passing through your mind was to backtrack and find a different route.

you follow the road you supposedly followed just a few moments ago, but the more you started paying attention, the more you started to notice that this was a completely different woodlands than the one you were following.

you brush it off, blaming it on you just being distracted, you backtrack, following the road you had just taken only to turn into a town you were certain you hadn’t previously passed, you slow your speed in confusion, the crunching of the gravel beneath your tires filled your confused mind.

the town looked like it had been built in the 1980’s or earlier. retro, run down or just old fashioned building lined up across the small town, a small diner, a rundown looking barn, older looking but surprisingly good condition houses, what looked to be a old post office converted into a sheriffs station? what on earth was this place

confusion and a bit of anxiety started to creep in as you started to notice the shocked, concerned and saddened looks you were getting by what you could only assume as the residents of this place.

you shook the thought off, no, your just being paranoid. you continued on your path, slowly tracking along the road, the previously roaring engine of your motorcycle had dampened into a quiet hum. you pulled up next to a passing women, who you woukd yet to know her name was Sarah, pulling up the visor of your helmet to be heard clearly

“excuse me, love. could I get direction? I’m a bit lost” but to your surprise, she just gave you a anxious/pitying look and turned her back, walking back into her house. you gave her a confused and frustrated look, throwing your hands up in annoyance

you weren’t particularly happy or patient now, with a sharp twist of your wrist you propelled your bike forwards with a grumble, speeding off down the road. so absorbed into her rudeness you, once again, last second spot, a small boy (Ethan) jump out into the road infront of you, you cursed and with a sharp twist of the handles, swerved him but of course, all things come at a cost, your bike reared off the road and hit a bump, you went flying, flipping midair and landing in a pissed off pile of anger, extreme pain and confusion in the long grass

of course things can get worse because you are yet to find out that this town in cursed, those who see the tree never leave, no matter how many times they try, it’s a constant loop, each path leads you right back to the town

hearing and witnessing the near miss and loud crash, the sheriff, Boyd, came sprinting, yelling rubbish left right and centre, grabbing his deputy (Kenny). the young boy (who couldn’t have been over seven) was quickly dragged by his mother, Tabitha, who looked absolutely mortified by the sight of the crash

“Kenny! Get Donna! Tell her we got a new arrival and to be ready to have the conversation with them, we might have to tie them up, they may be aggressive”