The weather was never that great in the Woodard Bay area. When I was a kid, my group of friends and I were fairly resourceful. We spent a whole summer collecting all sorts of building materials, ranging from loose tin roofing, to enough wood to actually construct our own treehouse. After we finished construction, we kept on building structures around the woods, until we had established an entire town of sorts. We would cross the creek every day and hang out in the treehouse, until one day, when one of our friends, Casey, never showed up. We initially waited for a few hours for her to show up, until the sun set. When we got to her house, she wasn't there either, so we told her parents and they called the police, which spent a week trying to find her. Ever since Casey disappeared, we never really went back to the treehouse. Ten long years passed as we all drifted apart with time, despite living only a couple blocks away from one another.
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Rippled Woods
Short StoryIn a small town plagued by eerie disappearances, childhood friends reunite for a camping trip, only to uncover a sinister truth lurking in the woods. Leonard, Barry, Andrew, and Tyler confront their past as they encounter strange phenomena, includin...
