Just for the record, I've never liked my town. Not even when I was a little kid, and all my friends were out playing in the cold, crisp air of the fall or on the damp lawns of their homes in the spring. I would be in my room, or in my fathers car passing by. There was nothing wrong with the town, or so my mother said. She was the one that had lived here ever since she was my age at the time, and was trying to make me feel the same. She never asked me though, not even once, why I didn't like it.

I always thought that some shadows just lingered a moment too long, and felt eyes on my back even when I was alone. I would wake up in the middle of the night to hear whispers outside my window. Animals hid at certain times of a month.

And if being creepier than the Addams family, it even had a stupid name. Downhill is not something you call a city. But I was stuck there anyways and whether I liked it or not, so was something else.....something that didn't want me there. Of course this was all my imagination.....or was it?


(Author's Note: This is just the introduction, as it says in the title, but please let me know what you think in the comments, any suggestions are welcome. If you've enjoyed it, then I'll make more.)