Starting tomorrow I’ll probably begin chatting about the upcoming horror story I have planned. First we’ll talk about the town. Maybe I’ll talk about it a bit now since I don’t have much to talk about tonight. Argenvale is a small town in the Northern United states. Is it eastern, central, or western? Who knows, this remains a mystery and perhaps you’ll divine it from the story as it progresses. The town is your conventional suburban style area with some small marts, lots of houses with unnecessarily green lawns, and slow two way roads.
There is a single school, junior high, and high school all nearly touching. This is a town with a very low crime rate and in some ways many of the people know one another. If you end up in a CCTV shot you won’t be staying out of prison for very long. The current time of the year is September, coincidentally just like real life, and the weather is starting to cool and darkness is creeping ever further down the clock face.
But on October 13th something strange happens. A man is found dead in his bathroom. The police find no signs of forced entry and they have found no external wounds. There is a distinct trail of blood leading from the man, from regions rarely seen and even less spoken, in small patches along the tile floor. They seem to end without rhyme nor reason.
His face is contorted, a distinct look of agonizing pain stands frozen in his eyes. His grimace as hard as stone.
It might have been a freak occurrence, an event that would never be figured out. It might have been, but then October 14th happened.