Estcourt, Maine, the northernmost city in America, is home to some of the msot beautiful scenery. The trees are colorful this September and the haze of winter looms on the horizon. The Autumn Festival isn't far off. Population 331, its the sort of town where everyone knows everyone. Blocked on three sides by high cliffs, there's only one road in and out of town. The rocky coast is guarded by the Lighthouse. The grounds keeper was the first to see it...the fog. It gathered on the horizon and moved in quickly...against the wind. It won't be long before the small town is overtaken by the mist...and the creatures that hide among the fog.

Estcourt:
Hannah's Diner
Courthouse/Post Office
Town Square
Helmer's Orchard
The Church House
Old Wexler Mansion

For applications, please see the OOC
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Samuel wiped his mouth with the paper napkin before setting it back on the table. He was dressed in his black shirt with the white collar and black slacks. He was working today. Setting a large bill on the table he grabbed his worn leather bible from the table and stood. Walking to the counter he rang the bell with a mischevious smile on his face. The blonde head of his only daughter, Abigail, appeared from the back and she smiled.

"Off to work, daddy?" she asked with an equally bright smile. She leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Stop by for lunch. It's broccoli and chedder soup today."

"With bacon?"

"Of course."

"That's my girl," Samuel said and gave her hand a squeeze before heading toward the door. "I'll be sure to tell Mrs. Patrick you say hello." She waved to him as he left, the bell above the door ringing. It wasn't a minute later that another of Abigail's relatives entered, though this time it was her Uncle Jason. He hopped onto a bar stool at the counter and rang the bell obnoxiously as though he were eight years old.

"Must you?" Abigail asked as she took it away from him. He grinned and she couldn't help but smile. "What can I get you Unle Jay?"

"Oh I'll have the blueberry pancakes, a side of sausage, and a couple scrambled eggs."

"Maple syrup?"

"Naturally."

"Coming right up," she said and moved toward the kitchen. She placed the order card on the clip and rang the bell. "Order up!" she called. Slipping the pencil into her bun, she moved to the other side of the counter to clear away the dishes from her father's table.

It was a Tuesday. Nothing out of the ordinary had signled that today would be any different than every other day in this part of the world. It was warm, which was nice. They wouldn't have too many more warm days before winter began to set in. The town buzzed as it always did about the upcoming Harvest Celebration that weekend. All folks talked about, really. Hannah's diner was the local hotspot for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With only two waitresses and one fry-cook it was the only sort of "stressful" job that existed in town.

Simple enough though. Abigail opened and took off just as the dinner hour came to a close. Her relief worker was a young girl named Meradith who was a junior at the only high school in town. That would be reason enough for Abigail to reasses her life. But for now, the fast face of a slow town was keeping her mind occupied. Though...the tides of change had already begun to blow in.

Anne Natesworth woke early that morning, as she always did. The sun was bright, the blue sky clear and her cottage couldn't have looked more beautiful in this weather if it tried. Letting herself smile at the view from her bedroom window, Anne admired the miles of fields she could see, the corn from her parents's fields swaying delicately in the distance. She knew that today would be like any other day and the thought comforted her, it was one of the many reasons she loved living in Estcourt, nothing reallly changed; stability was what she'd always wanted after her trip to London.

As the morning dragged on, the 24 year old showered, grabbed a bowl of cereal and changed into her usual work outfit of jeans and a white tee before heading off out, bag hooked over her shoulder as she locked up. Usually she'd wake up her old chevy truck to drive to work in, but not on this day. The weather was just too beautiful to not take advantage of and as she walked she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on the back of her bare neck.

It was quiet around the post office, as usual, only the odd persons milling around with children hanging off their hands as they made their way further into town. Anne jogged lightly up the couple of steps that were there before entering the tall building, the door giving off a little chime as the movement jingled the bell, which hung above it.
"Morning Miss Natesworth," Harold McGarth, the manager of the place half-waved at the young girl who'd stepped into his office.
"Morning Harold," she answered quietly with a small wave of her own before pushing into the back room and hanging up her things. After doing so, she finally took up place behind her counter and fixed a small badge that read her name just below her right shoulder.

Lily pulled out the third and last nightlight from her bedroom wall. Bending up, she placed all three onto of her dresser. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Bags under her grey eyes, they used to be so full of life and beautiful, now they were nothing more than empty orbs. Her hair was pulled back, her overgrown bangs falling just past her eyes. Using a hand to sweep the hair behind her ears, she prepared herself for the day. She got out her suit, a nice black jacket and skirt, and then she decided on a pale blue top.

Now that she was finished getting dressed, she ran a brush through her hair quickly and upstairs to her kitchen. There, she found her cousin, Sean. The kitchen was nearly glowing white, with how clean it was. But of course, there was Sean, still scrubbing the counter tops.

“Keep scrubbing and you are going to put a hole through my counters Sean.” She was joking, but her tone sounded a bit cold. She added a smile.

“I know cuz, but you can’t be too careful!” Sean’s Irish accent rang through the house. Lily’s accent was very faint, and only barely noticeable, unlike Sean’s. “Don’t you look nice today lass?” Sean smiled, and Lily did too.

“Alright cuz, I have to go. Be back later, and when I come back I don’t want a bunch of holes in my house from your cleaning.” Lily winked, and headed out the door. Sean stopped her before she got into the truck.

“Darling, I’m going to church later, care to join me and be a little bit late for work?” Sean asked, hope in his eyes and voice. Lily sighed; he had been trying ever since he got here to get her to go. Lily shook her head,

“You already know my answer, I don’t believe anymore Sean.”

“You need to find your faith and begin to move on lass.” Sean called, stepping onto the driveway.

“I know.” Lily got into her truck, and headed to work. Maybe today she would just quickly take a peek inside the church. For old times’ sake.

And so there she sat, in her car, in the church parking lot. She hadn't been there for a few years, and it felt odd and out of place being there. Yet, there was still some sense of love, despite her last memories there were horrible and hard for Lily.