The Town of Forgotten Memories

y slept, haunted by the shadow in the woods and the unsettling photo of themselves from the 1920s. The whispers had only grown louder in

, the town that seemed to bend and twist in unnatural ways, with its smiling faces and questions that had no

st Ellie-couldn't

l asleep, her face relaxed and serene in a way that made Alex feel both uneasy and disconnected. There was a nagging fe

the breeze. The town was quiet, but there was something wrong about the silence-it wasn't natura

away from the shadows and the whispers that felt like they were closing in. The road in front of them stretched endlessly, the blac

unseen hand. The road itself seemed to stretch further ahead without end, like a never-ending loop. Alex quickened their pace, their

were stuck in some

stead, the road stretched out behind them in a perfect loop, as if the

ook-whether forward or back-the

ed to recall the map of the town, to picture the roads and the layout, but nothing came togeth

which direction they went, but it didn't matter. The road didn't change. The same twist

ure, standing in the middle of the road. A man, tall and imposing, his features

man didn't move, didn't speak. His presence was a heavy w

ice calm but unsettling, like

ing to leave. I need to get o

aze. There was something familiar about him, but Alex couldn't pl

ftly, his voice carrying a hint of

at are you talking about? I have to leave. I-I

were never meant to wake up," he said, his vo

following his gesture, and for the first time, they saw it clearly-a looming church, perched at the edge of

ll find the truth there. But remember, once

disappeared into the woods, his figure

urch. Every instinct told them to turn away, to run, to escape before it was too late. But something-someth

town, the road, the people-they were all part of something larger, something darker tha

more they knew that there would be no escape fr

ed nowhere had b

but to face whatever a