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