The narrow road curves slowly through wood. Heavy darkness presses in all around, greedily swallowing light and color. An eerie hush fills the air, sounds muted and muffled by the trees looming on either side of the road.

The trees swallow the last glimpse of Black Road before they begin to thin. Two roads diverged in the darkened wood. The left fork seemed better traveled, heading toward a darkened farmhouse. The right fork traveled along a less-worn track at the edge of the woods towards a large old building, presumably the barn.