The Shadows of Ravenswood
It was an unusually quiet evening in Ravenswood. The sky was overcast, casting a dull gray shadow over the sleepy town, which was nestled deep within the thick woods of northern New England. A cold wind whispered through the trees, making the branches creak and sway. The town had always been a place of folklore and mystery, but lately, something darker had settled over it. People had begun to disappear—first one, then another, and then a third—without a trace. It wasn’t the first time such things had happened, but this time, it felt different. This time, people were afraid.