If you think you know what comes next, you are already lost. It doesn’t matter what the locals call it: “Blood Barn”. “Horror Hollow”. “Pestilence Fields”. It doesn’t matter because you are not a local. And you are not allowed to know the truth.

This is the thing, my friend. When a person meets with an untimely end, it’s called “bad luck”. When unexpected death comes for many people, it’s called a “tragedy”. But when death comes to different people, at different times, but ALWAYS in the same place, well there isn’t a name for that.

Because it’s no longer about THE PEOPLE. It’s about THE PLACE. It’s about the EVIL. IT’S ABOUT THE TERROR.