The Dream Killer

The Town Of Inkwell

Inkwell was known for telling stories about witches, ghosts, vampires and many other supernatural occurrences. No one in other towns would ever believe their little stories of the creepy kidnaps and bloodthirsty murders. But again it wasn't a normal town, everyone in the town lived with some sort of suspicion ,almost as if someone was planning a genocide, some people claimed the place was cursed. On the other hand, some people thought the place was just naturally creepy and run-down which gave the idea that it was hexed with a spell. Inkwell the town full of creepypasta obsessed children they all said. "I'm surprised Slenderman hasn't shown up yet" Laughed a tourist when they visited.  

Inkwell, unlike other towns, didn't have a council or a mayor, it was always a public vote. That one fact scared many people away from the town. Perhaps the fact that there was no one in control of the place made it so weird, yet the people who lived there for years never had the heart to leave. Inkwell was almost addicting to outsiders contrast to the poison it was to the people who lived there.  

Forests would surround most of the area, one would have to walk down a path just to get to a shop. Another point to why people make it seem so creepy. Overall the town was pretty big it had 3 arcades with many games, you could always hear the children laughing whilst passing down that road. There also was a cottage-like shop that was filled with antics and ancient artefacts from old townspeople who died. Then opposite of that very pretty sho was the cemetery. Old, creepy, haunted, terrifying; those were all words that described the place. Right next to the old rusting chain gate was an information table. There is a folk tale that claims that every Friday the 13th a blood message appears on it that will predict the next epidemic or sudden deaths. Of course, no one believed it as It's just a story to scare children. North of the cemetery was a bakery and a small cafe, it was the most crowded area in town. The bakery was very modern and has been there for centuries and was owned by the Jackinson family. the bakery was full of freshly baked loaves of bread and cakes. The smoke emitting from the chimney would go above the trees and notify almost everyone to come and get their baked goods. The next-door cafe was owned by the Soutre family it was adorable, it was decorated in pastel yellows and pinks. There were 3 little tables outside where teens from 13-15 would sit and talk about nonsense. 

Deep and dark were the forests of Inkwell you would've had to live here for years to know your way around the place. You could always see squirrels jumping from tree to tree. Everyone would go camping in the summer to go fishing or bear hunting. People were accepting here too. Especially the LGBTQ+ community, even different religions were accepted and respected. Everyone was loving and caring except for the selfish, snobby rich that could care less about the poor and in need. As long as they were happy and safe they were perfectly fine. Inkwell is made up of many smart people you have a lot of doctors, therapists and many more types of medics. A lot of people say it would be the perfect town only if it wasn't so odd. The only issue was the funds, Inkwell was mostly ignored by the media and so the place was pretty poor. Doctors struggled to give people the treatment they desperately needed as they didn't have money for the equipment. Only the rich would be saved which made many villagers upset and annoyed. Therapists in the town were very comforting and set their prices very low so that anyone could afford the treatments. The 2 kindest and families, the Jackinson's and the Steven's,  would always try their best to donate to the other hospitals and childcare services to make sure as many people as possible had a chance at life. 

Up until now, Inkwell was a happy and safe place for anyone. Up until the plague started. No one knew where it came from but all of a sudden every night a blood-curdling scream would occur then dead silence, they would just die. There were no signs of any damage to the skin brain or internal organs; the heart just stopped the only thing each corpse had in common was that there would appear a birthmark that was never there, almost as if it was telling us how they died. It started to kill more and more people by the day. What was also very noticeable was that the rich never suffered, well the selfish rich didn't. Minimale waged people started to die. It scared everyone to the point that panic struck out. No one would walk close to each other in fear that they would catch the birthmark plague. 

'It's Friday the 13th tomorrow' Zoey wrote in her diary. '210 people died so far' she continued writing 'I hope none of my family dies'. She stopped writing and looked out her window into the deep black forest, she sighed and walked up to close her blinds. All of a sudden she heard an almost nervous yell from downstairs.

"Zoey!!"

"Coming!" she yelled back. She made her way downstairs thinking it was time for dinner. she stood there showed as she looked as her mothers face.

"What's wrong mum...?" said Zoey as she looked at her mother's tear-stained face.

"It's about your father" She choked out.