Fight The Demons

Prologue

Far away from the bustling city, devoid of toxic smoke, unwanted tumult spawned by human crowd and vehicles alike, laid a small secluded town called Wintervale.

As the name suggests, the town was a victim of harsh winter howls. Covered in the snow for seven months a year, Wintervale didn't attract a lot of attention for masses to settle down.

As vicious winter was to the Wintervale, the harsher were the people of the town to the newcomers. They were obsessed with the pious culture they lived in and people of the town didn't want anyone to taint it. Not that city dwellers were particularly enthusiast of the town to settle down in the nowhere land.

Although Winterland made an absolutely perfect tourist spot with lakes frozen apt for ice sledding and tuning which when melted for five months was so beautiful that its shore was well known for camping sites, tall pyramidal trees covered land; animals and birds which were believed to be extinct to be found in lush greenery. All this invited photographers, government officers, and common people just to enjoy sceneries equally to this land. Although people were hostile to newcomers, but guest meant more money as income, so Winterlites tolerated them with fake smiles but a minute more than welcome period didn't end well with them.

Being a new moon that night, it was impossible to see in the darkness. Streetlights were flickered on and off with the lack of maintenance. Either the residents called to fix the problems and officials effectively ignored to see through it or maybe the locals didn't bother. Either way, that one mistake could have saved lives of many or maybe not. Maybe it was supposed to happen in one way or the other.

But that night was demonic in a way. It didn't matter the streetlights were not working, didn't matter most of the juveniles were busy partying with booze in most of their hands at the lake house owned by parents of some senior of Winter-Falls Academy. For, if they were at home, many more of the lives might have been lost or maybe not. Each action, each person, each minute could have made a difference for better or worse, no one knows and no one will ever know.

The night was quiet, someone might say too quiet at resident side of the town. Might have been the silence before the storm. The birds had gone to their nests to take rest for they had to wake up early to hunt for their younglings, also hiding from the predators lurking in the dark. The animals were back to their pack to avoid getting killed. Everyone and everything was still.Too still...

And then it happened.

On July 4th, at 12.45 am.

A piercing scream of a female erupted suddenly disturbing the calmness of the wild. Animals running frantically in every direction, birds flocking from their nests leaving their sanctuary and humans? Humans were half asleep, some too lazy to inquire, some assumed some lady had found a spider in a bathroom and screamed her lungs out.

Murder in Wintervale? As if.

Nuisance, some thought. Drama queen, some assumed.

But the wild knew something was wrong, someone left the mother earth forever. They knew.

Who died? Was it one person? Were there more? Who killed? And why?