This is a story about the supernatural.

Shelterwood is the land of dreams.

If you want to find something here, you will.

This is a story of disappearances and homecoming.

I know your whole world has been turned upside down, listen I was really hoping I could convince you not to go back out there

investigating the disappearance of my sister

Sadie DeRoso I've never heard of anyone coming back ever.

Subscribe now to Shelterwood, a suburban Gothic to follow this story. I received a letter today, but not through the mail.

The envelope was left for me personally.

This is what it said.

We've met briefly.

I feel compelled to write this to explain myself.

I'm only an E3 private first class, so I had no idea why I was spared the axe. I was basically a foot grunt

in the Ohio Emergency Management Agency. The EMA handles prevention, preparation, and response for everything from weather crisis to terrorist attacks.

My particular department within the EMA is a bit less publicized, but as you know, it's supposed to handle anything outside the bounds of normal.

The problem is, I'm the only one who still works here.

I didn't even have a desk, has spent most of my time driving from place to place and setting up equipment.

We always did this in groups of four due to the unknown dangers.

When the firings began, all I saw was our office building becoming emptier day by day.

We started having to drive out to small towns across Ohio and groups of three and then pairs.

My partner that last day found transfer orders left for him on the secretary's front desk.

He took the orders, grunted, and headed out, while I was left to wander our darkened building and confusion.

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