The town of Silent Creek lived up to its name — quiet, tucked between misty hills and thick woods that held more secrets than stories. The townsfolk went about their days with the same rhythm, the same faces, and the same expectations.
Until the night someone vanished.
It started with Kevin Miller, a quiet boy from Nova Lane's history class. One morning, his seat was empty. The next day, it was still empty. By the third, the whispers had begun.
Nova noticed first. She always noticed the quiet things.
Kevin's house stood at the edge of the woods, where the streetlights flickered and the wind seemed to speak. His mother claimed he went to bed and was simply… gone the next morning. No struggle. No note. No footprints. Just gone.
The police investigated, of course — half-heartedly. Silent Creek wasn't the kind of place where things happened. It was the kind of place where things were ignored.
But Nova couldn't ignore this.
She watched the woods more closely, especially from her bedroom window. On the fourth night, she saw it — a flicker of movement at the tree line. A tall shadow, watching. Then slipping into the forest.
Nova's heart pounded.
She didn't tell anyone. Who would believe her? Besides, she needed to know more. She needed to see it again. Something was wrong with Silent Creek. Something that waited just beyond the trees.
And she was going to find it.