On the edge of town, atop a quiet little hill, sat a quiet little house. The house had been renovated hundreds of times, from a monastery to a hotel to something else, but finally it was a proper home, filled with people and children and love. And for a time the house sat upon the hill, quiet, content. Until that fateful day where, in the middle of the night, a stray ember from the fire place set fire to the house and burned it to the ground.
There were no survivors, and only the house, a strange, soot-covered reminder, stood, nearly untouched, as a sign of what had happened. It was said that, for three weeks, smoke poured from the house and swept across the sky, covering the town in what seemed like an eternal night.
In the weeks that ensued children were taken from their homes, men and women were found in various areas, mangled and torn apart, their bodies deformed, fed upon.
But that was years ago, and the mystery behind the murders and disappearances faded away with the smoke, which seemed to retreat upon the house.
Now the house serves only as a source of terror to children, and a place of infinite unsettle for the teenagers who dare one another to enter, only to cry out in fright at the first sign of noise from inside.
One year changed all of that, though. Thar year, a group of friends, strangers, and enemies assembled before the house, expecting a frightful night filled with fun, drinking, dancing, partying, and candy. What they experienced, however, was nothing short of a nightmare.
Fueled by their desire to leave the awful place, and to understand the powers and motives behind whoever, or whatever, was doing this to them, the group delved into the unexlpored interiors of the house and dealt with horrors most others can only dream of.
This story begins that fateful Halloween Night, with the wind howling and the moon full.
It all started there, on that cursed night.
That Night on Smokey Hill.
There were no survivors, and only the house, a strange, soot-covered reminder, stood, nearly untouched, as a sign of what had happened. It was said that, for three weeks, smoke poured from the house and swept across the sky, covering the town in what seemed like an eternal night.
In the weeks that ensued children were taken from their homes, men and women were found in various areas, mangled and torn apart, their bodies deformed, fed upon.
But that was years ago, and the mystery behind the murders and disappearances faded away with the smoke, which seemed to retreat upon the house.
Now the house serves only as a source of terror to children, and a place of infinite unsettle for the teenagers who dare one another to enter, only to cry out in fright at the first sign of noise from inside.
One year changed all of that, though. Thar year, a group of friends, strangers, and enemies assembled before the house, expecting a frightful night filled with fun, drinking, dancing, partying, and candy. What they experienced, however, was nothing short of a nightmare.
Fueled by their desire to leave the awful place, and to understand the powers and motives behind whoever, or whatever, was doing this to them, the group delved into the unexlpored interiors of the house and dealt with horrors most others can only dream of.
This story begins that fateful Halloween Night, with the wind howling and the moon full.
It all started there, on that cursed night.
That Night on Smokey Hill.
