The Mysteries of Elmwood

Population: 6,572. At least, that’s what the sign says. But I haven’t seen half those people in years.



I’ve lived in Elmwood my whole life. It’s quiet, tucked between dense woods and darker secrets. People vanish here—sometimes without a trace, sometimes leaving behind just enough to keep you awake at night. The town pretends everything’s fine. It’s not.



Lately, something’s changed. The air feels heavier. The nights stretch longer. And the things we used to whisper about? They’re not stories anymore.



I keep telling myself I’m going to leave. Bag packed. Car half-fueled. But every time I try, something stops me.



Maybe the town won’t let me go.



Or maybe I stop myself cause deep down… I want to solve these cold cases