To this day, I still cannot comprehend what had happened in that old godforsaken town

of Angel Lake.

The fear and horror one felt going there who was already severe enough, but what my friend

and I witnessed and experienced is something I wouldn't dare wish on anyone else.

We are still shaken by it, and even hearing the name Angel Lake makes a shutter with

regret and loathing of that place.

Often, I have night-hares from the dreaded things I saw there.

None of this had started due to some morbid curiosity or some sort of legend tripping

we wanted to take part in.

In fact, all of this had happened just because my friend and I were curious.

I was a student who had an appreciation of anthropology and history, while my friend

was a passionate lover of folklore and mythology.

We both bounced various factoids of knowledge about what we specialized in.

We also shared a taste for the macabre, so we often did our own research into darker and

more mysterious subject matter, such as Roanoke Island's Lost Colony, or the hideous murders

that took place in Hinterkifeck.

One interest we've shared our entire lives was the subject of ghost towns.

To us, ghost towns held mysteries and fascinating stories of the past that no textbook could

ever capture.

What made them even more enticing was that they were often left untouched, so everything

was as still and silent as the day the villagers had abandoned it.

It was as if the forgotten town was a graveyard for the former life that used to house it.

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