Beware, boys and girls; beware Brie Woods! It is no place for such young children; Monsters are lurking in its shadows, Big and small, wicked and kind. There are brothers that roam those woods, five of them, looking to either guide or slay its travelers. Heed my warning, and you might survive; Don’t, and your death is almost certain. At the threshold stands the oldest, the Harvester, the wisest and meekest of the brothers; Who towers over all manor of man or beast, Yet is more gentle than the morning dew. Perhaps you know of the Harvester, Who breaches the woods at dusk; Who tills the fields as we sleep, And returns before the break of dawn. Yes, the Harvester…

Why is this happening to me? I’m not a bad person! I’ve never hurt anyone; hell, I’ve never even cheated on a math test! So, why is it here? Why did it choose me? I’m in the hall closet on the second floor, while that “thing” wanders around my home, searching for me! It’s the only place I can hide, the only place I feel safe! I don’t plan on staying here long, just long enough for it to pass me by. Then, I’ll make a run for the front door downstairs! I’d only heard bits and pieces of this thing! This killer! I heard about it on the news, but never thought I’d ever come face to face with…

“Have you heard about the Fowl Faced Killer? Apparently, there’s been a string of serial killings all over the country that link back to a guy that wears a leather bird mask. The murders all occur within the last three months. According to investigators, the majority of the victims are chosen at random, the others were witnesses to his crimes. The killer has a reputation for brutally murdering all sixty-five of his victims with a baseball bat. In most of the cases, the victims were bludgeoned to death, and in other cases, they were strangled with the bat. But then there were the more ‘disturbing’ cases, in which the killer would create more gruesomely unique ways to use the bat.…

Beware, boys and girls; beware Brie Woods! It is no place for such young children; Monsters are lurking in its shadows, Big and small, wicked and kind. There are brothers that roam those woods, five of them, looking to either guide or slay its travelers. Heed my warning, and you might survive; Don’t, and your death is almost certain. At the threshold stands the oldest, the Harvester, the wisest and meekest of the brothers; Who towers over all manor of man or beast, Yet is more gentle than the morning dew. Perhaps you know of the Harvester, Who breaches the woods at dusk; Who tills the fields as we sleep, And returns before the break of dawn. Yes, the Harvester…

Why is this happening to me? I’m not a bad person! I’ve never hurt anyone; hell, I’ve never even cheated on a math test! So, why is it here? Why did it choose me? I’m in the hall closet on the second floor, while that “thing” wanders around my home, searching for me! It’s the only place I can hide, the only place I feel safe! I don’t plan on staying here long, just long enough for it to pass me by. Then, I’ll make a run for the front door downstairs! I’d only heard bits and pieces of this thing! This killer! I heard about it on the news, but never thought I’d ever come face to face with…

“Have you heard about the Fowl Faced Killer? Apparently, there’s been a string of serial killings all over the country that link back to a guy that wears a leather bird mask. The murders all occur within the last three months. According to investigators, the majority of the victims are chosen at random, the others were witnesses to his crimes. The killer has a reputation for brutally murdering all sixty-five of his victims with a baseball bat. In most of the cases, the victims were bludgeoned to death, and in other cases, they were strangled with the bat. But then there were the more ‘disturbing’ cases, in which the killer would create more gruesomely unique ways to use the bat.…

Beware, boys and girls; beware Brie Woods! It is no place for such young children; Monsters are lurking in its shadows, Big and small, wicked and kind. There are brothers that roam those woods, five of them, looking to either guide or slay its travelers. Heed my warning, and you might survive; Don’t, and your death is almost certain. At the threshold stands the oldest, the Harvester, the wisest and meekest of the brothers; Who towers over all manor of man or beast, Yet is more gentle than the morning dew. Perhaps you know of the Harvester, Who breaches the woods at dusk; Who tills the fields as we sleep, And returns before the break of dawn. Yes, the Harvester…

“Have you heard about the Fowl Faced Killer? Apparently, there’s been a string of serial killings all over the country that link back to a guy that wears a leather bird mask. The murders all occur within the last three months. According to investigators, the majority of the victims are chosen at random, the others were witnesses to his crimes. The killer has a reputation for brutally murdering all sixty-five of his victims with a baseball bat. In most of the cases, the victims were bludgeoned to death, and in other cases, they were strangled with the bat. But then there were the more ‘disturbing’ cases, in which the killer would create more gruesomely unique ways to use the bat.…

Why is this happening to me? I’m not a bad person! I’ve never hurt anyone; hell, I’ve never even cheated on a math test! So, why is it here? Why did it choose me? I’m in the hall closet on the second floor, while that “thing” wanders around my home, searching for me! It’s the only place I can hide, the only place I feel safe! I don’t plan on staying here long, just long enough for it to pass me by. Then, I’ll make a run for the front door downstairs! I’d only heard bits and pieces of this thing! This killer! I heard about it on the news, but never thought I’d ever come face to face with…