Hiddenplaces Stories

A teen who'se name is Pinah Harley has been experiencing torture by her own family since she was a child. At night, while everyone is sleeping, she often sneaks out of their house to meet with her only friend, Peter Marvin. They play and tell stories at the park in the middle of the night and then go back to their own house before dawn. Now her 16th birthday was getting close but everything changed on that day.

Some paths were never lost - they were buried. When I set out on a quiet countryside walk, I expected nothing more than fresh air and a simple geocache. Instead, I found a message. Hidden beneath an old oak tree was the first clue - a fragment of a journal written by Nathaniel William Turner, a man who disappeared without a trace in 1983 while mapping forgotten public footpaths. Curiosity leads me deeper into the rural landscape, following a trail of hidden markers, buried containers, and long-abandoned routes that no longer appear on modern maps. But Turner wasn't just documenting lost paths. He was uncovering something far more dangerous. As the journey unfolds, I discover a hidden network of erased footpaths, illegal quarrying operations, and a secret that powerful people have spent decades trying to keep buried. And I'm not the only one following the trail. With each step north, the truth becomes clearer - and more dangerous. Because some paths don't just lead you forward. They lead you straight into the past... ...and not everyone wants it uncovered.

A phone booth in the middle of the desert

"Hidden away in the deepest, darkest and deadliest places, live the worst kinds of things. Things that can, and will kill you. Things that you must stay away from, things like me." -- He lives in a world of pain and suffering, fighting everyday to stay alive. Fighting to keep her alive everyday. He has stayed hidden for years, lurking in the shadows, but now she's aware, frightened and lost in all the hidden places.

Freya always had trouble choosing the right man. She was always falling for the wrong type. When Luca came along, he was perfect. He treated her right. Luca taught Freya what it was like to live. (TW abuse)

Well I have an imagination and the best group of friends I could have ever asked for. What happens when I put them together? Just find out. To all my friends, LOVE YOU ALL. THANKS FOR BEING THERE FOR ME