The Curse of a Paranormal Town

Chapter 1:
The aura of this childhood room brings the memories that I didn’t expect, ones that haunt you for the rest of your life, but also there were some good ones. When I walked into the room, something felt off like it didn’t belong there, I could feel it but I didn’t know what it was. The paint on the wall of the room had slowly chipped away, the furniture was covered with a white sheet except for the bed. The bed was sitting there, collecting dust on the sheets and the pillows, but also it was freshly made compare to the rest of the room. The room used to be my room but I know it wasn’t anymore, it was someone’s little girl’s room that had gone missing three days ago. The parents had called my father since he was a private investigator with me as his assistant because I was the Sherlock Holmes in this town called Greenwood Bay. The town was notorious for supernatural things and lost children theme like Neverland. The room’s theme was very similar to Neverland over my theme of the room, which was the flower field and looking out in the forest’s view where something was always lurking around. There was a picture of Peter Pan above the bed, there was a picture of a white horse near the window, where you can see the lake. Right next to the bookcase was an unfinished shadow ship, the paintbrush and the black paint were left untouched as if she left it nicely as if she did it on purpose. The light wasn’t working, but I remember the light working before my family left this house because my sister was having nightmares in this house. This town has a myth about a monster that would take children away into the forest when you can hear their screaming every night when I was living in that house. There was always a myth about some monster that occurred in our town that corresponds with the disappearances. Every year, we would get a bunch of tourists to come to our town for the Horror Festival around Halloween. Everyone that was a tourist always thought the stories that our parents told us when we were little, was to scare us off so we could behave well, or they would come and get us. The locals knew very well that they weren’t joking about what they have experienced growing up in this unnatural town, but during the Horror Festival, there will always be one or two tourists that get lost in the woods, and they will never be seen again. The families of the lost tourists and children have been always blamed the mayor for that since he hasn’t done anything about it. The mayor is a part of the elites in this town and the elites never cared about the townspeople since they can throw lavish parties every day. The mayor’s family is from a wealthy family that never founded the town, but became in power by claiming that he was. The majority of the elites are a descendant of the five founders of this town either through marriage or born into it, a small majority were adopted into the family. The five founders were a corrupted priest, seamstress, a killer, craftsman, and a supposed witch escaping from their previous colon and they were known as the Pentagram. The Pentagram was a well-known cult group that supposedly slaughter all of the Native Americans on that land and the leader, Odd Eye, had cursed them to prey on people’s souls for the rest of their life including death. That was the legend that I was told when I was little by my father because I was a curious child and I want to learn about the town. I never believed that legend until one day when I lost my mother to the Wraith, who was originally the seamstress, and I never saw her again after my 8th birthday. I made a promise to myself that I would never come back to this house because of what happened to my mother, but here I am back in this house, I guess I was supposed to or it was fate. I walk down the hallway to the room where my mother was taken by the Wraith, I could hear a familiar voice from the crack of the door to the room. I thought it was my mother’s but I remember that my father told me that she can mimic her victim’s voice that she has taken. I wonder if the Wraith using the same tactic that she used on my mother or did my mother take hold of the Wraith’s body or is the seamstress and my mother sharing the Wraith’s body. Following the voice, while walking to the room, I started feeling hazy and dizzy before I collapsed and blacked out.