Nothing can be as isolating or confining as the woods.

They seem to cut us off from the rest of the world, leaving us alone, balanced on the

edge of being lost.

And in these thoroughly modern times, the woods seem to exist as a reminder that so much

of the world is outside of our control.

Sure, we could stay on the path, but those narrow routes between the trees only give us

the illusion of control, like a trail of breadcrumbs, their fragile and fleeting, and somewhere

in the back of our minds we understand that if we were to leave the trail, we would be

stepping into the unknown.

The woods hide things from us.

For centuries, criminals have used the dark cloak of the forest to conceal everything from

bootlegging and poaching to drug use and murder.

They hide wildlife from us, and instill just enough doubt and mystery that we end up believing

that anything could be living out there.

Anything

Some areas though are darker than others.

In some places, the woods are more than just a gathering of trees and undergrowth.

There are locations in our world that are consistently avoided, plagued by rumor and

dense with fear.

The step into one of those places is to abandon all safety, all reason and all hope.

I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is lore.

Between the three Massachusetts towns of Abington, Rehoboth, and Freetown exist a triangular

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