BURNING DOWN NEVERLAND!

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What happens when a town’s biggest secret comes back to bite it in the neck ass? All hell breaks loose—that’s what happens. Court Mason, West Virginia, has always had its share of urban legends and creepy coincidences, but until six months ago, no one had given the incidents a second thought. Sure, a lot of dorks in town ran around with EMF detectors and Ghostbusters t-shirts. Sure, everybody said that the Ramada was haunted. Sure, every now and again, someone would see the face of a lost loved one peeking in the mirror. Those sorts of things just happened when you lived in a small, old-fashioned community. The town had been around forever—surely, it’d have its own little quirks. Then people started disappearing. Corpses started showing up. New faces started flooding the town like some kind of freaking plague. Whispers of ghosts and vampires, psychics and monsters started to find their way to the ears of locals, some superstitious and some skeptical. They had all heard the town’s favorite campfire tale, about the woman who’d cursed Court Mason during a Confederate civil war raid, swearing that spirits there would find no peace until the rogues who had killed her and other existing inhabitants were brought to justice. It had sounded like a cheesy tale—a joke, a story to tell naughty children, all that good cliché crap. Now, many are questioning whether or not it was possible for something so completely ridiculous to hold any freaking value, but of course, a few accept the theory. The fact that monsters are in Court Mason wasn’t hidden as successfully as some of the vampires might have hoped. Too many uncharacteristic and unexplained murders in the community have alarmed the masses, and while not everyone has the ‘v-word’ hanging off of their lips, a few ordinary citizens are carrying crosses and garlic instead of pepper spray—as if either of those would do anything. Almost as frightening as the awareness that freaky supernatural predators might stalk the town is the hope some people carry, expecting to see family or friends that have passed away, thanks to rumors of Casper lurking around gas stations and Wal-Mart. While barely a dozen Court Masonites are completely sold on the supernatural coincidences, their beliefs keep prodding at others—exposing the clandestine existence of the paranormal to a slightly large audience. People are freaked out and scared, as is natural, and it’s merely a small thread of secrecy that keeps the entire population from recognizing the wolf among the sheep. If something isn’t done, COURT MASON INFECTED WITH LEECHY HELL SPAWN will wind up printed across the front page of The Huntington Herald and exposure? Well, that can’t be good.


To add on to the absolutely peachy keen situation, global warming decided it was time to bitch slap West Virginia, and the decade’s worst snowfall is making travel and communication outside of the town difficult. A few visitors have been snowed in, as well as anyone who had plans to leave town. With electricity fritzing in and out, people have been forced to stay a few nights with friends or family, and the local stores are always a hot spot for people loading up on supplies. You would think the situation would bring people together, but with all of the recent tension, it seems to be having the adverse effect. Even worst is what's coming. See, it doesn't take long for word to get out in the vampiric community that there's a code red on exposure, especially when the place is like Court Mason and practically draws attention from anything remotely supernatural. A group of very old and very powerful vampires known simply as The Ancients have certainly taken notice of the situation. Ruthless, inhumane, and with egos that put Kanye West to shame, they know that if Court Mason's little infestation becomes a tabloid story, the secrets they've kept for years will be gone. Of course, they're not going to let it happen, right? They've dealt with the situation before--what do you think happened to Roanoke? Coming from all parts of the world, these ancients have converged on Court Mason, and plan to quietly make the town disappear again, while the layers of ice and snow still keep the county under such isolation. The 'hicks' are such a perfectly ignorant prey, as well. All they have to do is plan to take them out one by one.

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