Stratford was a small town, a town where everyone knew everybody, where nothing really happens. The people there knew that when you leave, itâs rare for anyone to return. Surrounded by forest, and having its own little community, it seemed to be a perfect place. Stratford was a normal town, one that didnât get visited by outsiders usually, but that was okay.
Of course, that was only on the surface of this small little town.
Eden was used to this town, having been the exception to the ânever returnâ rule, having moved back to help her mother out with her fatherâs funeral arrangements. That was three years ago, and Eden never had left. In some ways it was a good thing, being back in the community that knew her, that felt for her loss. Yet, other times it was a curse.
Such as now, with her car being stuck on the side of the road, currently stranded. She tapped the leather steering wheel nervously trying to keep her eyes from the edges of the forest. Trying to ignore the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Her mother would chastise her for letting her âimaginationâ run wild, because there was nothing out there to be scared of. The ghosts she saw wasnât real, there were no such things as monsters.
Yet, Eden knew that what she saw was real, even if the others ignored it. They said a town couldnât be haunted, that it wasnât possible. However she knew different, just by what she has seen. The dead didnât stay gone, the ghosts aways seemed to stay in this town. And Eden always had the ability to see them, always able to feel them.
The town of Stratford was suppose to be a normal town. But that was far from the truth.
And right now, Eden couldnât ignore the fact that something was out there in the forest, watching her. Taking a deep breath she looked at the time, 3:00am the dash. Mumbling a few curses, she turned the ignition key on once more. Hoping that the car would start.