Three friends are about to discover the old farmhouse they seek refuge in is not as abandoned as they thought.

Every town has a tale: ghosts, werewolves (though that one is far-fetched), vampires, witches, and even mad scientists. But our town's story is a little different, and I never would have believed it, had I not seen the terror firsthand.

The doctors told me to write it all down, and so that's what I've been doing for the past few months.

They think I killed my friends.

They want to see if my story— if my motive—changed.

But my story is the only one that matters.

And I'm going to take you back there with me.

What happened is what you would expect straight out of a horror movie: rain so blinding we couldn't see the road in front of us, a dying engine, and, finally, our savior: the farmhouse.

Everything changed the moment we stepped out of the car.

The End

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