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The Haunted Forest in Utah is a statewide attraction. Upholding it's reputation as the scaries haunt in Utah, it has opened for the Halloween season in it's twenty-fourth year. As always, every night brings hundreds of people flocking through the gates, eager to experiance fear like none other. However, the people going through this horror are ignorant as to the reality behind this place. Every actor is exactly what they seem. The vampires in the forest are indeed vampires. The wolf attacking Little Red is, in fact, a werewolf. The witches, the mad doctors, the ghosts. All of these "actors" work under the eye of a man simply known as the "Owner". He gives orders through the security, and no one has every seen him, save his snotty assistant. The actors are paid and respected, and this is the only place they can truly act their real nature. But something is happening. People are beginning to question the actors, wonder if they are what they seem to be. And something foul is happening - Fears are coming. Fears are exactly what their name is. The worst fears in the world: Darkness, Pain, Insanity, Solitude, and Death. They can take the form or anyone and anything, making it impossible for the actors to know who they are. The Fears have one purpose: make people feel utterly afraid by distorting what they see and feel, then, they come in and feed off of the fear of the people until they are nothing but empty husks. There have been six incidents so far, and some of the actors are leaving. Someone has to find each Fear and destroy them before they grow too powerful to stop. And who should be the one to find and stop them? The only human working in the Forest, of course.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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