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Chapter 1: A Walk Through the Eerie
Forest
Our story
begins in a middle-of-nowhere county town known as Widgebur. Widgebur was a
town shrouded in mystery it only had a handful of locals The Beach was often
gloomy and grey and as otherworldly as the rest of the town. It truly was a
town that time forgot. The whole place had a certain feel about it as it
something evil was plaguing this town perhaps a curse or local superstition,
but you could feel the dread on the local's faces.
Widgebur was
also surrounded by layers of forest a forest that looked like it had seen a better
day. Quite a few trees were destroyed not by chainsaws or by some delinquents
playing with fire. But more like the life had been sucked from the forest in
certain areas. Gellert Stockman, an elderly lighthouse keeper who kept watch
over the Widgebur Torch Lighthouse, walked through the dense forest with a
sense of dread hanging over him. The trees loomed above him, casting eerie
shadows on the ground. He heard the rustling of leaves behind him and quickened
his pace. Was something following him? He couldn't shake the feeling that he
was being watched.
Every now
and then, he spun around, but there was nothing there. The silence was
deafening, except for the sound of his footsteps. His heart raced as he tried
to make sense of what was happening. He had never felt so alone and vulnerable
before.
As he
walked, he thought about the stories he had heard about the forest. Stories of
strange occurrences and unexplained happenings. He had always dismissed them as
mere superstitions, but now, he wasn't so sure.
Gellert's
mind raced with questions, but he pushed them aside, knowing that he had to
focus on getting out of the forest. He quickened his pace, hoping to leave
whatever was causing his fear behind in the woods. But the mystery of what was
happening continued to weigh heavily on his mind.
His
quickened pace then went from a fast-paced walk to running full-speed. He had
to get home to his to the Widgebur Torch Lighthouse there he felt safe and sure
nothing could harm him there.
As he ran he
couldn’t help but think why now? Why was this happening now every other time he
had taken a stroll through the forest and visited the town or bought some
supplies, not one incident. So what has changed why did today feel so different?
Why did
Gellert Stockman feel something was after him he had lived and played in this
Forest ever since he was a child his family lived in Widgebur for generations.
As he ran
trying to come up with some possible explanation all he could think was how he
wished his father was still the Lighthouse keeper he would know what to do.
Unfortunately, Gellert’s father passed away just two months ago.
Gellert was
in the clear as he can see his Light house just ahead as he races for it
running and crawling up the steep hill giving it all his might as he returned
he felt truly relieved. This was his home this was his sanctuary and he always
felt safe inside the Lighthouse. Yes in just five minutes he could brush off the whole experience to nothing
more than an overreaction. Yes that was it the whole time it was just the wind.
Gellert
entered the lighthouse and locked the door behind him, feeling relieved that he
was finally safe. He went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea and tried
to calm down. But as he waited for the kettle to boil, he heard a strange noise
coming from upstairs. At first, he tried to convince himself that it was just
the wind, but the noise grew louder and more persistent.
Gellert
couldn't ignore it any longer. He cautiously climbed the stairs, one step at a
time, his heart racing with fear. hands shaken he grabs his dads rifle pointing
it forward as he climbed the stairs.
As he
reached the top of the stairs, he saw that the door to the lighthouse's lantern
room was open. He knew he had locked it before leaving for his walk in the
forest.
“Whoever is
inside the Lantern room you have five seconds to come out before I pump your
guts full of Lead.” Gellert yelled he tried to sound brave as possible...
Fearful and
shaking, he slowly approached the door and peered inside. What he saw made his
blood run cold. The lantern room was filled with an eerie green light, and
there was a figure standing in the center of the room. It was a woman, but she
was not like any woman Gellert had ever seen. She wore a long white dress, her
hair was wild and unkempt. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, her skin
was so pale it was as white as milk.
Gellert
stood frozen, unable to move or even breathe. The woman turned her head slowly
towards him, and a chill ran down his spine. He knew that he was in grave
danger.
Suddenly,
the woman began to move towards him, her feet barely touching the ground.
Gellert turned and ran as fast as he could down the stairs, but he knew it was
no use. He could hear her laughter echoing through the lighthouse as she
followed him.
As Gellert
reached the ground floor, he felt a cold hand grab his shoulder. He turned
around, expecting to see the woman, but there was no one there. He was alone in
the lighthouse, and yet he knew that he was not safe.
Instead of
seeing the girl the room is suddenly filled with a tendril of mist. Gellert
watched in horror as the mist filled the room, he pointed his rifle at the
ready hands shaking with fear that he couldn’t hide his finger ready to squeeze
the trigger.
The mist
began to envelop Gellert the lighthouse was not visible it was almost like he
was now in a different world. A world of mist terror overcame him as he felt
something tap his leg. Surprised he points and opens fire the loud bang of the
gunshot echoes throughout the lighthouse as he begins firing more rounds in
random directions. Reacting to the loud sounds of crashing and movement he
could hear all from the house but could not see. He regains his composure
breathing less heavily and calming down listening and moving cautiously.
He detects
movement above and opens fire above unsure if he hit anything. Suddenly
something from above lifts him into the air and drops him flat on his face. Before Gellert could regain his footing, he is
Suddenly pulled into the mist he tried to grab the floor and anything else to
fight against whatever had him, but it was too strong Gellert screamed in
horror as he was being dragged into the unknown.
Gellert's
screams for help go unheard, as whatever is hidden inside the tendril of mist
continues to drag him further into the ocean's mysterious fog. The darkness is
disorienting, and he struggles to keep his equilibrium as he is swept up by the
mysterious force. Gellert sees faint reflections of glowing eyes in the fog,
but before he can take a closer look, he is pulled further into the fog and out
of sight.
As he is dragged deeper and deeper into the darkness, Gellert feels a sense of
helplessness wash over him. He knows that he is not alone, but he can't see
what surrounds him.
His vision
is nothing but the dark black abyss of the ocean depths.
Chapter 2: The Arrival of Agent-Eye
The sun was
setting over the F.A.T.E. headquarters, casting a warm orange glow over the
busy streets. In the heart of the city, Agent-Eye AKA Vincent Crade was
preparing for his next mission. He stood in front of a large metal door,
waiting for it to open and reveal his next assignment. Agent-Eye was a F.A.T.E.
agent - an elite group of agents tasked with investigating and solving events
normal Authorities can’t handle including paranormal and supernatural events.
He wore his metal helmet with a single red eye that glowed in the dark two blue
points sticking up either side, a green bulletproof jacket, a grey shirt, brown
tights, and black boots. He was ready for whatever the mission would require.
As the door
slowly opened, Agent-Eye's boss, Director Valerie, emerged from the room. She
was a tall woman with short red hair, and she had a stern expression on her
face.
"Agent-Eye,
we have a new mission for you," she said, handing him a file. "We've
received reports of strange events occurring in a small town called Widgebur.
We need you to investigate and find out what's going on."
Agent-Eye
opened the file and began to read. The reports were unsettling - sightings of
strange figures in the forest, unexplained noises, and a general feeling of
unease in the town. It was clear that something was amiss in Widgebur, and it
was up to Agent-Eye to find out what it was.
"I'll
head to Widgebur immediately," Agent-Eye said, tucking the file under his
arm. "I'll report back as soon as I have some answers."
"Good,"
Director Valerie said, nodding her head. "Be careful, Agent-Eye. We don't
know what you're up against."
Agent-Eye left the F.A.T.E headquarters, hopped on his specialized motorcycle, and began the journey to Widgebur.
As he rode,
he couldn't help but think about what he was getting himself into. He had faced
countless threats over the years, mostly homicidal madmen but this was his
first supernatural mission the training wheels were now off, but something
about this mission felt different. He had a sense that he was about to face one
of his greatest challenges yet.
When
Agent-Eye arrived in Widgebur, he pressed a switch transforming his bike into a
briefcase the town was just as eerie as the reports had described. The streets
were deserted, and the buildings looked like they had seen better days. He knew
that he needed to gather information if he was going to solve the mystery.
First thing
was first set up a command post as a base of operations as he checked in at the
Widgebur Inn. It was an old run-down-looking building, but it was the only Inn they’d
got. As he steps inside, he sees this decrepit-looking elderly woman who ran
the Inn. After checking in and receiving his room key for room 10 Agent-Eye
began trying to ask the elderly woman questions
“Good morning,
ma'am, I hope you're doing well today?” Agent-Eye asked sounding polite.
“Oh, hello
there. Yes, I'm doing just fine. Thank you for asking” The elderly woman stared
with a hint of curiosity on her face. “What if can I help you with mister?”
My name is
Agent-Eye I’m with the F.A.T.E. I’m here to investigate the strange occurrences
happening here in your town. I'm here to ask you a few questions about the
town. Do you mind if I ask you a few things?”
“Not at all.
What would you like to know?
“Well, I was
wondering if you could tell me a bit about the history of the town. It would
help my investigation greatly.” Agent-Eye says as he points to an old picture
of the town that hanged above the Elderly Woman. It seemed back then the town looked beautiful
and peaceful the complete opposite to how it felt today.
“Oh, I see.
Well, I'm not much of a historian, but I do have this key here that might help
you out.” The elderly woman hands Agent-Eye this old key.
“A key? What
is it for?” Agent-Eye enquires as he observes the key it must be as old as the
town he figured.
“It's for
the town's archives. They keep all sorts of records and documents there that
might be of interest to you.” Agent-Eye pockets the key
“That's very
helpful, thank you. But I was hoping to learn more about the town from a
personal perspective. What are some of your favorite memories of living here?”
The Elderly Woman's
expression goes from pleasant to almost blank she ignores Agent-Eyes question
and skulks back into her room behind the desk.
Agent-Eye
couldn’t help but feel that the whole experience in talking to the Elderly
Woman Inn Keeper was odd, however, could be innocent and understandable maybe
she simply didn’t hear him.
He checks
out his room and then decides to check out the town maybe hit the Tavern. He
removes his battle helmet and locks it inside his room. His face is badly burnt
and disfigured with cybernetic properties including artificial Eyes.
He notices
the Elderly Inn Keeper hasn’t returned to her desk but feels he’s being
watched.
He leaves
the Inn and begins moving about the town he runs into a few locals.
So, he began
by talking to them, but they were hesitant to speak to him. They looked at him
with a mix of fear and suspicion, though with his appearance who could blame them.
Though as
Agent-Eye spoke it became clear they may know a lot more than they are letting
on. Agent-Eye persisted, however, that scared them away and they went silent
much like the Inn Keeper did.
It became
clear the Locals here were terrified to speak so the next local he finds he
simply asks where the Tavern is. Agent-Eye new form experience people at
Tavern’s always get drunk and when they get drunk, they spill all sorts of
information. Besides he wanted a drink.
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