Roads are generally a bleak and lonely place to be. Late at night all you are allowed to see is what your lights will show you. In the middle of the day all you can see is miles and miles of nothing. This particularly true of one special road that leads away from the cities and deep into the degenerate and primitive countryside. The places where nobody ever ventures to, and the perfect place to get lost.

The people who live near this road give it no name, for it leads to nowhere but a dead end, and at this dead end a house of horrible legends stands. Although very few of the locals will venture down this road to nowhere with out a good reason, some of them are unfortunate to live here and are forced to pick up remains of abandoned cars and clean up the mess of the strangers who get lost going down the road with no clue that awaits them. Now the locals are very afraid of closing this road down. They feel that if they alter the road, the evil that dwells in the house will consume them all.

In the olden days the road was used as a main passage, in fact some of the people will tell you, those willing to talk, of an entire town somewhere off the road that used to be a local hot spot. But then something horrible happened that nobody is willing to talk about, and they have done their best to hide the very existence of the place. Although they can not control the dwellings that exist along the road, they can control their own sources and none of them will speak to each other about it, the chances are slim you will get to know anything.

The road itself has a tragic history that takes little time and effort to uncover. People have lost their lives braving the road late at night and even before the evil lived here, the place was rumored to be cursed, but the stories about it varied so greatly that nobody really knew anything about it, other then it was a bad road at night, and not to be traveled.


If you find your self on this bleak piece of highway at anytime you may do well to look for any place to turn around. A good way to tell is to look for any markers. The locals have taken all the markers down all the way up to the dreaded house, but its not like they did not try to take the markers closest to the house down. Anybody who touched them either lost their mind, or met a horrifying end later on.

Take notice of your own feelings. The road is said to be constantly screaming at any who go upon it, although you may never hear these screams, you may feel them in the form of a cold chill that goes down your spine for no apparent reason.


There are some other places down this road that are far less deadly in their purpose. Some seem old, and others may just seem otherworldly, as if they are on the edge of two realities.


This is what the road looks like when you first get on to it.


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The road takes you down and away from that place you just left. Fighting the chills of your last sight in your mirror off at last you think that maybe your imagination is calming down. Its always a good thing to be relaxed rather then having all your senses on high alert and everything in your head telling you something is wrong.

But it is when that thought comes to an end you take a curve and find your self coming up to a rather bleak looking place. It too seems to be long abandoned and closed up, but there are no graves here or things that seem out of the ordinary, just a boarded up house. The road goes onward from where you are, but something is telling you that there are things important here, something is just wanting to be found here. Against your better instincts and common sense curiosity wins the day, again.

Carefully coming to a stop the breaks squeak a little and the car comes to a halt. Opening the door you step out and the very first thing that comes to your attention is the smell and the flowers growing near the entrance. Lilac is a good smell but it is also powerful enough to mask anything else that might be near by laying in wait for you, taking a mental note of this you move forward towards the place.

Nothing is here on the way up. No formless horrors of shambling corpses are lurking here that you can see or feel, the pathway is short to the door and the trip is a short one. Illusions are easy to make from a distance. The front door is open. It is dark inside but it feels warm enough. When you open the door the sunlight comes streaming through and shows you a place that used to obviously be something special, and it is connected to the other place you were just at somehow.

You see few things that have not some how been touched by the ravages of time, nothing in here seems worth anything towards the rest of the place. Almost missing it completely in the shadows there is a almost black wooden desk in the corner. It is almost new from what you can see, untouched and dustless as well.

You decide that this will give you some information. Carefully making your way to the desk to avoid any injuries and misfortunes that could be waiting for you along the way. You make it to the desk in one piece. From all the things on the desk, this belonged to a religious person at one time. Carefully going through the cabinets and compartments you find nothing in any of them, except for the last one there is a book.

Picking it up and setting it on the desk is easy enough to do, opening it is also simple. Its a Journal of a Priest because this is basically what it reads on the first page. The handwriting is old and the content is pretty boring at first. It tells of happy children and services. Personal thoughts and plans for the future of the church group. Some minor complaints about how far it is down the road from this place. Two things are never mentioned. The name of the Priest and it never refers to this place as a home, but always "The Shelter". It is big enough to house more then one person easily.

The more you read into it though, the stranger the writing becomes. The priest begins to mention a strange man sighted in the town and around the church grounds, mostly behind it as if he was scouting out the land for some kind of use. The stranger only appears seldom in the middle part of the book, but each page turned witnesses more and more mentions of the thing. The priest stops calling it a "Man" by this point.

Dark times and tragedies are mentioned, the house at the end of the road is by far the worst entry material. Despite your exposure to violence in the movies and games, this shocks you and going over it is something better done with a page turned rather then being read. The town is obviously falling into ruin and the entries begin to get shorter and less sensible.

The last page speaks of a horrible tragedy that took place in the town, it isnt said what this event was in an attempt for it to be erased you suppose. But the priest does mention that the ones who lived buried the bodies and sometimes those same recent burials would come back out of the ground minutes after being put under and other such evil things as that.

The last words read simply this "God Abandoned Us" And there is nothing after this line. The book is empty from this point on and a sense of something catches your attention. You look outside and the once sunny day has seemed to change into sunset already. Not wanting to be here in the dark alone on this road, but still wanting to know what happened to this road, and what ever town it connected to was on your mind. You get up and move directly to the exit. But this time hanging on the doorway is a silver and gold cross, thinking it as a sign you take it with you and get out of the place.

You closed the door behind you and moved to your car. You take one last look at the house and the sky is eerie behind it. You decide it is time to go. so you start the car and drive off, leaving the shelter and its black journal behind you as the bend is traversed.


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