Tales from Wellwoman

Tales from Wellwoman

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Aug 7, 2020
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Paranormal
Deep in The Hedge Forest, 34 miles down the highway from the outskirts of Hedge City, there is a rather poorly kept exit ramp down to the old Comet Gas, and to the sleepy little town Wellwoman. An odd name indeed, perfectly suited, as Wellwoman is quite the odd place. Small town monsters get into all manner of trouble. Vignettes with no specific plot or anything. Just bouncin around random ideas for these characters so don't expect any uhh like object permanence. Dr. Carnival is T not L, don't ask me how I fuckd that up I dont even know but she is TABITHA and that doesnt start with L
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If you go down to the woods today... Well, in this town, you probably won't come back. Unexplained deaths and disappearances are normal around here. In Haltonshaw Grove, we tell these real life horror stories to our kids like bedtime tales. They help us learn from a young age to stay out of the forest after dark. But one halloween, we didn't listen- Me and four boys. We broke the rules and we paid the price. We barely made it out alive and now we live with the trauma, the nightmares, the memories. Seven years later, the events of that night, like most things tend to do around here, have come back to haunt us. We never talked about the night we ran in the forest, never spoke afterwards at all really, but now we're going to need each other if we're going to survive what's coming. Me and those boys I've loved all along. - - ‐ - - - - - - - - - - - - - Our town is haunted. The five of us are cursed. And Halloween is just around the corner... Let's see who makes it to November 1st.

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