GennyRoseMikel

On a quiet loop of country road in the middle of nowhere sits the town of Mannington, with it's one town sheriff and it's groves of trees, old cemetery and quiet countrified people.

But unseen to most is the real town that sits underneath, a town filled with people with dark secrets, serial killers and lawlessness.  Then one day when a lonely old woman is removed from her house by a corrupt minister something invades the town, something unseen, unstoppable with a hunger for people with dark secrets.

Guilty of terrible crimes himself, Sheriff Clyde grows more and more afraid as victims keep turning up.  Trying to keep his own secrets hidden while searching for answers, sheriff Dinkle lives in constant fear that it will come for him, like the others, not killed by human hands but by something that can be anywhere, something that can raise the dead, something lurking, waiting, and striking night and day, something that wont stop as long as there are people with dark secrets...…….something that lives....in the trees.

It Lives In The Trees

The water from the river in Mannington resembled swamp in New Orleans, with ripples made by various creatures which feasted on human beings whenever possible. 


Today it was dark and gray because boiling storm clouds were rolling overhead. At the edge of town tall field grass was waving and rippling inn the wind, tall enough to reach a person's neck but still let them see the sea of grass that engulfed them as if to suck them down. 


A rotting wooden fence sat on the edge of a rutty driveway that stretched far down the road to an old, chipped, dirty house. Watching the place, as it had for a long long time was a scarecrow. The fence had been his perch as he wore the largest shirt made for a man and jeans, his burlap face frowning and glaring at the birds which came and sat on him. His cracked, weather worn black hat kept his face fresh enough to stare, and stare, as if waiting............................ 


Darkest Storm