In the late 1850s there was a small gated community located in Eastern Pennsylvania. It was called Dorian's Way and was built by hand by Dorian Abbot. He wanted a peaceful community that he could invite his friends to live in. He wanted it to be child free so he could throw a ball whenever he desired, and everyone would come.

In order to buy a house there you had to be invited by Dorian himself. He was very close with everyone living there. Many residents in New Westshire advised him not to build his community there. They claimed he would be building on top of some mutant burial ground. He didn't believe any of the stories as he could not find a cemetery for miles. They pleaded that there weren't any grave markers, but the cemetery was there.

All of the people in the supposed cemetery we're forced to live deep in the woods there because it was at a time where society didn't want to deal with them. Dorian still didn't believe anything and continued with his building plans. After about a year he started noticing bad things happen. People would simply vanish, and he had to clue where or why.

The police came to investigate Dorian's Way and the found some people dead. Dorian was devastated by it all. His friends continued to disappear. Whoever was doing would leave little messages like a severed hand on his front porch and eyeballs in his mailbox.

After they all disappeared, Dorian went mad. He boarded all the houses up, locked both gates, and disappeared never to be seen again.

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A century later a family was planning to buy and restore Dorian's Way. They got a really great deal on it due to what happened so long ago. That and that it had been abandoned for one hundred years.

"Why do we need an entire gated community, Wilfred? The place is completely deserted, and I just don't feel safe with the children here." Elizabeth Watson asked her husband, Wilfred.

"Beth, I have already explained it to you. We got a great deal. The entire community for 8000 dollars. It won't cost too much to fix it up. We have plenty of money, Beth, and, besides little Thomas all ready likes the place." Wilfred responded.

"Hey, champ! How do ya like the place?" Wilfred asked his four year old son, Thomas.

"It's nice. There's lots of trees here." He said softly.

"Sure are a lot. What do you want to call it? It's up to you, buddy."

"How about Red Falls?" Thomas asked.

"Hmm. Why Red Falls?"

"The waterfall is red, Daddy!" He giggled.

"Okay. Red Falls it is."

Thomas ran off, and Wilfred muttered to himself about his red water comment.

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A young man, in his early twenties, climbed over the back gate into the abandoned Dorian's Way. He knew know one lived here, so he figured he could use one of the houses to host a college party. He had everything planned out, and was about to find a house and prepare for that night's party but he was tired, so he sat besides one of the houses and drifted off to sleep.

He was yanked from his dream by something with yellow, pointy teeth and dark gray, strandy hair growing in patches on its body. It was pulling at his face. His cheeks, lips, and nose. It was poking his stomach and sides. Pulling in his arms. He tried to scream but it muffled him with its dirty hand. Its claws scraped his cheeks, digging and pulling out chunks. He tried to push it away while tears streamed down his face.

When he couldn't get it away, he fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a knife. Slicing into the creature's arm it screamed. The thing bit down into his shoulder hard and scratched at his face and eyes.

The creature dragged him down the road for awhile. He got up and pushed at it, making it fall into the river taking him down too. It tore into his flesh like a hungry wolf that had not eaten in a week. His blood spurted into the river as he tried to get away but could not.