You are Charlie, a child born in the shadows of scandal, left to the mercy of fate on a desolate stretch of highway. A compassionate couple, willing to sacrifice their own standing, took you in, wrapping you in a cloak of secrecy. Now, in a town where whispers slither through the streets like smoke, you carve out your identity as a supernatural investigator.
At sixteen, you find yourself at the center of a peculiar crisis. The townsfolk are tormented by an invasion of toads and an overgrowth of weeds, their desperate pleas echoing in your ears. Compelled by their cries, you venture forth to uncover the truth.
The forest looms at the edge of town, a dark sentinel that calls to you with an eerie allure. The slender birches and towering oaks seem to murmur your name, a haunting melody that sends shivers down your spine.
“Charlie…Charlie…”
Your heart pounds like a war drum, a primal warning that whatever lurks within those woods is far from friendly. With trembling resolve, you take a hesitant step, then another, until the very shadows you once feared embrace you.
“Show yourself! I know you’re there!” you shout, your voice a fragile thread in the oppressive silence.
Silence reigns, thick and suffocating.
“You can’t hide from me! I just want to talk!”
A chilling scream pierces the stillness, a cruel mockery that sends a jolt of fear through your veins.
You pause, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, forcing you to gather your thoughts amidst the chaos.