Hope Valley

There isn't much to tell about, so I don't know why you would all want to know. Hope Valley is . . . it is a place where the ravens go to die, the place where waters run red on a regular basis, the place where people going missing requires no alarm from the populous except a curt nod and a sickening silence. You see, we are callous to it, we have always been, and we always will be.
At least, that is what they tell us.
If you wish to read about a small town surrounded by forests and infested with cults of all different forms and beliefs, then by all means go ahead, if you can bare it.
Just know that no one gets out of Hope Valley alive, and if you wish to stick your hands in the mud to find out our secrets, just know there is already thousands of parasites burrowing under your skin before you even touch the dirt.
They are watching, always, and you can never escape this.
So you might as well become part of the community . . .