After Dark in Riverwood Falls

De: Darlene Zagata

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

They came for silence. For wind in the trees, for the stillness of moss and mist, for mornings that didn’t reek of smog or subway grease. They came for the illusion of distance—distance from people, from problems, from the weight of years spent in too-small apartments and too-loud rooms.

Charlotte thought peace would feel warm, like a blanket. Instead, it felt hollow. Quiet wasn’t just absence; sometimes it had shape. Sometimes, it watched.

The house was beautiful. The trees were endless. The town was strange, yes—but charming, in that self-sufficient way of old places untouched by modern speed.

Then came the nights. And the sounds. And the sense that something out there was learning them.