Bleeding Echos
In the small town of Greystone, nestled deep within a forest of towering pines and ancient oaks, the air seemed to always hang heavy with secrets. The year was 1986, and the world outside Greystone was filled with neon lights, fast cars, and loud music. But inside the town, time crawled like a corpse waking from the dead. It was a forgotten place, a pocket of quiet that most folks never left — and the ones who did never spoke of it again.
Greystone had a history. It was the kind of history that was whispered about, passed down in hushed conversations between families who had lived there for generations. In the 1920s, there had been an old sanitarium at the edge of the forest, a sprawling estate of cold brick and iron that housed the insane, the criminally disturbed, and those who just didn't fit anywhere else. It closed after a fire in 1933, but the ghosts of its past were said to linger.
The townsfolk warned their children not to go near the ruins, but kids are curious. On the outskirts of town, beyond the sanitarium, was the Greystone Forest - the woods where the darkness grew wild, feeding on nightmares. It wasn't just the woods themselves that were terrifying; it was the stories, the creatures people swore they saw on cold, moonless nights.
Things with too many eyes, sharp teeth, and claws that tore at the air.
For the kids of Greystone, the rumors about the forest were just that — stories.
But when a group of teenagers stumbled upon something they should have left alone, the town was plunged into a nightmare far worse than any tale.
