Introduction"You think you're going to be alright out there on your own?"
Said the voice over the phone.
"I know this is your first case, just don't worry too much. You can always call if you need anything, okay?"
You mumble back an "okay".
"Good, and sorry I couldn't make it. You know how many cases we get in and I thought this would be the perfect one for you to do on a solo mission."
There was some commotion in the background.
"Sorry, ____ I gotta go, talk to you later. Bye!"
"Bye, Sage." you reply back and ended the call.
You took a deep breath and continued to stare out the passenger train's window. Deep forest wood and cloud reaching mountains blurred by. Your own breath leaving the chilled glass fogged and the image of the outside world even more of a blur. You fidgeted with your phone's lock button, watching as the screen would blink to life and then suddenly darken. You repeated this cycle several times before deciding to go through the case files in your documents folder. After a few moments, you opened the file.
Nervously, you scanned through it.
Small town...Disappearance of every citizen...No trace evidence of reason...Signs possibly linked to Rose Thorn Asylum...20 year anniversary of the, now, cold case has been reopened...
That one part always stuck out to you and gave you goosebumps. You were beginning to dread the lonesome walk through the inky forest. Why did I have to go alone? You thought. Then the train came to a screeching halt at the small train station. You gathered your satchel and exited the train with the few others that were on board. Everyone parted ways, leaving you to begin your ascent toward the mountain where the town is said to be located.
You soon walked clear out of the small town area, which seemed to be rather bare and bleak, very much like the mountain itself. The trees swayed slowly as the wind began to pick up and you wrapped your coat tighter around you to prevent any cold air seeping in. As you continued the path you were walking on became some sort of hiking trail instead of a road. After a while you checked your phone for service and saw that it had three bars and a full battery; that's good.
As you ventured deeper and deeper into the wood, the forest became thicker and heavier to the point that it seemed to be dark even though it was noon. As you continued forward it was like the branches were closing in on each other to the point that is was like walking though a cave, with sunlight glittering ahead like stars in the night sky.
At this time you reached into your satchel and pulled out a flashlight and flicked it on. A yellow beam illuminated your path, making it a whole lot easier to see the roots and rocks jutting through the soil. You marched on in the ridged cold, surrounded in the wooden cave. You walked like this for what seemed to be hours. You checked your phone for the time, it had only been thirty minutes since you last checked it. You sighed tiredly. As you looked up on the path again you say something in the brush. You angle the flashlight towards it to reveal a stone statue of an owl. You crept closer until you were standing a few feet away, it was almost hidden in the bark and branches and seemingly hidden off the path.
You used the light to examine it some more and noted that there were some engravings on the base of the statue but could not be seen from where you were standing. Curiosity getting the best of you, you parted some branches and crouched down to get a better view.
It read: Stay on the path, and do not wonder off. Don't stop. Keep moving.
Chills ran over you like icy water. You quickly stood up and stumbled back onto the trail, looking around as if prepared to see someone there waiting for you. As you went on, you hugged your arms and kept fighting the urge to look over your shoulder. Your skin would jump every time you heard a twig snap. The words on the statue still haunted you mind.
Then a dark mass began to appear on the path, and as you came closer, you realized that it was a old wooden bridge. Strange, you heard no running water. Unwillingly you pressed on. Your shoes clicked against the aged wood, which seemed to go on. Then, there were two sets of shoes clicking. You noticed it right away. It jarred you to your senses. You started walking a little faster, hoping you were just hearing things. Ahead of you was the end of the bridge, you walked off and after another ten steps you froze as the branches had finally began to part and become less clustered and more light was shining through.
You almost felt relieved.
Footsteps continued on the wooden bridge as you stood perfectly still. You heart was pounding in your ears. The steps were walking, and by the sounds of it, getting closer. You limbs felt numb. The sound of them exiting the bridge and crunching leaves resonating from behind you. You began to sweat and felt hot all over despite the freezing temperature. Then, which your back still turned toward the bridge, they stopped dead behind you. You held your breath, almost to scared to even breathe. That's when you felt someone exhale a chilling breathe on the back of your neck, sending spine tingling chills coursing through your body; that was once hot, now shivering. You squeezed your eyes shut, terrified of what would happen next. You waited...and after a very agonizing moments you shuddered a breath that you have been holding.
Refusing to turn around or look back at anytime, you managed to step forward and into a clearing that held the little town of Rose Thorn.
You had only just arrived.
*Author's Note: How was that for the introduction? Well this will, hopefully, be a ten part of more story. Any characters in this story will be side characters of the deceased or lost form. For more info, check out my page and you can be a part of the story as well! ^^ I have really been looking forward to writing a horror story and I'm so happy to finally get the chance to and for all of you to be a part of it too!