The little settlement of Ravenwood, perched on the edge of an old, thick forest, was enveloped in a disquieting calm. Decades of neglect had left the wooden dwellings, many of them abandoned, creaking. Tall trees bordered the one dirt road that went through the settlement, their shadows distorting things in the soft light of the full moon. The few surviving people seldom left their houses after dark, and there were rumors of an old curse haunting the area. The residents' horror was reflected in the flickering candlelight in the windows, and the terror in the air was intensified by distant, unexplained screams coming from the forest. Constantly, I felt like I was being watched, that something bad and