By Fushigi Okami
My name is not entirely important, but if you wish to know who I am before I become its next victim, it’s Phillip. My house sits towards the edge of a small neighborhood next to a heavily wooded park. My “house” in question is more of a trailer in a trailer park neighborhood. Rent is cheap and I live alone for the most part. However, that wooded park is a bit more like a forest.
Anyway, on to the important things; there had been a string of disappearances in the US, up to around a fifty people, so far. All of these disappearances happened at night, real cliché I know; but here’s the thing, nearly all of those happened in their own houses. Case in point, nobody is ever really safe from whatever is causing these disappearances. On top of this, it doesn’t have a set pattern, so if you happen to be a Doom’s Day prepper that has a bunker with years’ worth of food as well as being armed to the teeth with everything