Something Wicked This Way Comes
Welcome to Salem Falls. A small town where people still leave their doors unlocked and the houses still have a front porch instead of a garage in front of the home. Children ride their bikes in the street and play baseball in the corner sandlot. A community of home cooked meals and the children are home when the street lights come on.
Everyone knows each other and their family history. Rumors abound and sometimes have more than just a shade of truth. Dark secrets are whispered among the older generation. A town with houses people cross the street to avoid. The skeletal branches clutch the dying leaves of summer. Brown, gold and red leaves scratch the paved roads in a death rattle blown by the autumn breeze. There is something in the air. Something Wicked this way comes.
