On a small island, there is a small town called Farmhill, the people there are nice. The surrounding area is farmland and forest, edged with a beautiful beach. The weather is often cold and windy, but every so often it is blessed with sweltering summers.
The island is almost what one would call paradise. Almost. Yes, there is nothing to complain about on the Island, or in Farmhill if you don't mind the strange things that come with it. Many people stay away from the Island because of the stories that surround it.
Most of them are true.
The Island is a beacon for 'demons', and monsters of strange kinds, but we will look at the story of one particular day... The day of the dead.
In Farmhill, the dead lay buried beneath the streets, in the fields, under trees and in the hills. Not because people put them there, no. You see, on June 17th, of every year, at exactly 7:04pm, everyone locks their doors and stays inside. On that day, the dead crawl out of the earth and eerily stalk the streets. They are rarely a bother, they do not open doors for they simply lack the intelligence. They simply wander, until day break of the next morning, where they dig themselves a little grave and go back to sleep for one more year.
If a person or animal is unlucky enough to be left out on that day.
You will not see them until the next year.
They will be dead.
Rules:
~ Realistic Characters Only
~ Detailed Character Description
~ Remember This Is Intended For Mature Players and Will Feature Severe Gore In Some Areas
~ Swearing Is Allowed
~ Keep Romance Pg-13 In Accordance With Site Rules
~ 200 Word Minimum Per Post
~ If You Are Going To Leave, Say So. If You Leave Without Notice, Or Go Inactive For More Than Two Weeks, You Will Be Kicked.
~ Be Realistic With Your Characters
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