> [[Lilith Paige|Lil]], > > I ain’t much for writin’, but somethin’ don’t feel right here in [[Alfield]]. Folks been disappearin’—not just movin’ on, but gone, like they up an’ vanished. Farms sittin’ empty, houses locked up with no word where the folks went. Even the ones still here, they ain’t actin’ right. Quiet, watchin’ too much, like they’re waitin’ on somethin’. > > I don’t like it. Ain’t natural. Feels like a bad storm’s comin’, but there ain’t no wind. I don’t got no proof, just my gut, but you always said my gut was smarter than my head. If you can, come on down. Bring some of them tough friends of yours, too. Could be nothin’. Could be somethin’. I just don’t wanna be the only one wonderin’ what’s out there in the dark. > > —[[Penelope Baywood|Pen]]