On the edge of a dense, ancient forest, the small village of Ravenwood was shrouded in an unsettling silence. The wooden houses, many of them abandoned, creaked under the weight of decades of neglect. The single dirt road that wound through the village was lined with tall trees whose shadows cast distorted shapes in the pale light of the full moon. Rumors spoke of an ancient curse that haunted the region, and the few remaining residents rarely left their homes after dark. Candlelights flickered in the windows, reflecting the fear in the eyes of the inhabitants, while distant and inexplicable screams echoed from the forest, increasing the terror that hung in the air. The feeling of being watched was constant, as if something evil and invisible was lurking, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.