Small Town Charm

Such a quaint little town. Picturesque. All apple pies and picket fences, the sort of place folks never want to leave.

Those legends of something lurking, hungry for wayward travelers and naughty children? Just folktales from the old country. Don’t worry. There’s nothing in the dark.

But in the bright light of day, something catches my eye. The nice old lady’s too-sharp teeth. The yellow glint in the postman's eye. The primal hunger in the schoolchildren’s gap-toothed grins.

I turn to run, but they’re all around. The roads are blocked.

This isn't the sort of place that people ever leave.