Beware The Scare, Willow Ridge is haunted, and has been for a very long time. From strange camping grounds, costumes, an estate on a secluded hill, a trail in the woods that hides something below, to a public cult, and so many more spooky tales, inc...
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November, 1980
Rose Calhoun drove her car down a winding road to a house on the hill that had every journalist in Willow Grove, scratching their heads. The story, the one in the paper, stated that Mr and Mrs. Grey were hiding something from the public. Of course this could have just been a silly rumor to give the boring town something to talk about, but the reporter didn't believe that it was just harmless gossip. She had evidence.
Her studies showed that the couple had lost their twin daughters last June. The strange thing was that there wasn't any records of the event on file. When she had taken this news to her boss he told her that it might be an error, that maybe the couple forgot to update the information. Everyone else in office thought the same, so the article was marked off of the upcoming newspaper issue. But still the file ate at her. Rose didn't want to back off of The Hollow Estate story, unlike her colleagues, she decided to pursue it.
So this was were she was driving on a chilly Saturday morning; to a hidden, old mansion that looked down on a small town. Her hands tapped the steering wheel while the radio dissed out updates on the weather: "Chilling winds, eight inches of snow to come. Prepare yourselves for tonight's blizzard." The light flashed to red and the car halted. One went on longingly. The woman took this time to go over the questions in her notepad.
"Okay..." Rose bit down on a pen. "Number one: Why can't you tell the public about your daughters death? Two: How was it caused? Three: Where are their bodies?" Maybe that's too personal. She thought. Then she erased it. Older people seemed to be very touchy. In the end, there were only four left. "What are your hobbies? How is the healing process? Do you think your daughters were murdered? Where were you when it happened?" She needed one more question. But she didn't stress over that. Rose was good at brainstorming questions on the spot. There were five interviews where she'd done exactly that.
The light turned green and traffic picked up. Rush hour was beginning and it was horror on Main Street. It took her an hour to get out of the overflown streets and another to find the entrance to the massive historic home. The car drove up the long drive way and parked. She stepped out and pulled up her trench coat's collar. A chained gate met her down the walkway. This caught her off guard. Why would two people as themselves need a locked gate like this? Nevermind that. She ignored and spied an intercom and held down the button. "Mr. and Mrs. Grey." Rose held down the button to the old speaker attached to the fence. "Can I have a word? I write for The Grub." She let go of the button and waited.
"No reporters!" a voice said sharply. "Have a nice and safe drive, good day!"
"Sorry, sir, but I had a long journey here; don't think I can take no for an answer."
There was a lingering pause before the man's rude voice returned, "Good day!" he said indefinitely.
She huffed and raised her voice, "Excuse me. I'm Rose Calhoun and I'm here to interview The Grey family." The intercom was silent. "Sir?" The man had left. She rang the doorbell for a while before hiking through icy dry leaves and bitter winds. In the car, she waited until someone exited.
