This is going to be a long story. I don't really care if anyone reads this... I just have to get it out. Everything... me... used to be so normal. Until, well, we'll get to all that in a minute. The horror I've experienced isn't going anywhere. I'm nineteen. I've lived in Sprucebrook my whole life. It's a good place to live, I guess. It's in the mountains, surrounded by trees. It's not exactly the middle of nowhere, but it's not the middle of somewhere either. There isn't much to do here. It's a quiet place. At least it used to be. I would give anything to have things quiet again. "Sam...?"