Just below the calm, homely surface is always a darker side. Perhaps not all of the townspeople know of it, but it’s always there. In the buildings. In the trees. In the soil itself. It waits for the right time to rear its head, but it will, in time. I can promise you that much – you will See it, and when you do, you’ll suddenly be a great deal more interested in town history.

Of course, you won’t See it right away. You’ll hear of it first. Warnings not to go out in the rain. Stories of a man in a bright red raincoat. Stories of a massacre. Stories of wraiths in the dark, Shadows with broken bodies wailing in pain and begging for death.

Naturally, these are all the words of a man meaning to frighten you. They’re just stories…legends. Pay me no mind. No one ever does. Find out for yourself.

Welcome to Greenvale.