t had to work. The timing was exact, the weather was exact, and the day was exact. Everything had aligned absolut
was crucial
over the last 10 years, and
ss seeping into my bones despite the thick coat I had on. I wasn't going to let anything keep
from every tree and bush that lined both sides. Autumn had come in a vibrate flash of rainy days and colors. Normally, I would
way. It was more of an opening between two trees, yet it was still what the people used to refer to it as The Great Oak Archway. It was always s
thought of the stories un
clothing, no shoes, no body. Nothing. The only clue the police had to go on was his footprints that were found on the dirt trail un
I began believing in t
ed and had too easily, at le
answer had to be there. When I found the lore about the Great Oak Archway, I knew wi
very day for a year, there was nothing. I spent the next year researching different rituals, spel
ng wo
ythology and folklore of the paranormal my focus. Much to their dismay, instead of studying a "decent career path", I delve even furth
research, my parents reluctantly showed up at the ceremony only
I didn'
d my brother no ma
rican tribe that used to roam these lands. Much to my surprise, the Archway had been a part of their stories as
d me so much about their fables. That's
dibly old news article about several disappearances tha
ur people, including my own brother,
y after their own spattering disappearance around the time that the valley was first settled. If there were any missing fr
nces and found so many amazing similarities that I was able to recre
ything, down to the number of grasshoppers there were in
ugh to see that this was a sign that I was on the right path. Yet, the twi
me when I was so close. Out of nowhere, a thick cloud of fog grew and stre
loud to the fog. "I know what you
There was a voice on the wind screaming at me to get out now before it was too late. I had com