The salty air hung heavy as Detective Miller stepped onto the pier. Ocean currents lapped gently against the weathered planks, their rhythm a stark juxtaposition to the stillness of the scene before him. A young woman lay sprawled on the sand, her vibrant red dress a dot of color against the gray morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting

The pine trees of the Pine Barrens whisper stories on the wind. They've witnessed centuries of peace, broken only by the occasional movement in the undergrowth. Stories abound concerning creatures both unnatural, and read more people who disappeared without a trace. Some say the Barrens are cursed with an otherworldly presence, while others believe