Bedeviled Backwoods

Concealed from the harmonious Northern Light territory – banished from its realm, from its idealistic face – by a towering hill of leaf-littered decay and long stalks of grass, lie the Bedeviled Blackwoods. The atmosphere within is moist and old – smelling of antique, of an ancient secret that should have never been whispered of… as it is. The entire façade of glum, penumbral wood is washed in eerie silence; an eerie silence occasionally ripped apart by a piercing scream, an unknown howl, or the creaking of the trees, as they shudder within zephyr’s cold embrace. Evil has manipulated this morbid tomb of nature to fit its preference over time, and though the insides pulsate with mystery and terror, none have truly seen what is behind it all. A rather suitable place for puppyhood exploration – though these explorations may well be the end of the young victim’s life.