Oct. 16th, 2023 at 1:02 PM
Okay, it happened again for me. Has anyone else lost another shocking weekend?
We're getting a police dog.
We're getting a dog.
Drink?
Hey, so weird question. Want to take a look around in the basement with me to make sure the homicidal axe wielding ghost hasn't escaped? No one's said anything, but with all the ghost talk on the network I thought maybe we should be more proactive.
We can see ourselves in the infernal device, if you were not aware. You touch the circle of arrows and it will show you your face. I was taught this magic recently.
Meeting a stranger with a familiar face.WARNINGS TBD
Permitting is completed and we've gotten the barn cleaned out and all of the basic utilities set up. We'll still need to install nicer lighting and sinks and furniture and things to make it the home you really want, but we're one step closer?
Standing family dinners, Saturday afternoons? Or would Sundays generally be better? No need to rsvp, just show up if you'd like to, bring a dish if you can, and if you can't, that's alright, too. We might as well make it a tradition!
ARRIVAL
The thick, ghastly haze of the mist, once practically opaque to the naked eye, fades and opens up to a nostalgic homegrown New England town. A friendly gazebo, freshly painted white sits on a neatly mown lawn at the center of the town square. Vehicles stop at the redlight while locals cross the street, birds chirp in the trees, and a school bus stops to pick up a few children in oversized backpacks. Pedestrians walk by you without a second glance. Did they not see you suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How could they not have noticed that all encompassing fog? And why doesn’t your obviously otherworldly attire catch their attention? This appears to be a small, close knit community. And it’s clear you’re not from around these parts.
But these are simply the first of many mysteries you’re about to discover.
The further you investigate your new surroundings, the more ominous this seemingly quaint and colloquial town becomes. There’s something dark beneath its pleasant guise. You can’t shake the chill at the back of your neck and the sense that someone—or something—is watching you. Then there’s the odd graffiti on the alleyway walls and the way the locals talk about certain locations. And while the mist is gone, there are places in town that make you reminisce about the mist. Places that feel supernaturally thin. Thin enough to let in whispers from the other side. Or maybe even screams.
And don’t worry if you hear laughter or the jingling chimes of carnival coming from the rain gutters in the street. That’s just your imagination. There’s nothing down there.
Nothing that floats.