The Forgotten Voices of Blackwood.

ouse was more than a skeleton of what it once had been, and an unearthly silence dominated. A few standing houses showed boarded-up doors, shattered windowpanes, cracked

he found her way to the mayor's house-her great-grandfather's house. Inside, the walls were lined with old, peeling wallpaper, torn t

is fears about some darkness that seemed to live within the town, darkness tied in with some

herself-a low whisper echoing thr