Tombstone

There was an unruly eerie feeling as I drove into this new town, I will call home for the next year or so... It was too synchronous; double story houses with the white picket fences, perfectly mowed grass and the children's toys and bikes scattered around the garden in an organized mess, the image of homey, safe perfection.
Get closer though, and you'll start seeing the shadows that lay beneath this perfect façade.
The name of my town is Tombstone. I'm moving here for my senior and an FBI internship that only this town seems to provide for seniors to prepare us for Criminal Justice degree in university. I thought I had my whole year planned out, all my T's crossed and my I's dotted, little did I know that this blackhole of a town is in itself a continuous turnover of bloodbaths, mysteries and murders.