Report on the Town With Three Hills
The story starts with a place.
A land that is dark and dreary.
I do not know why it is such.
No one knows.
It can be endlessly debated.
But some places are just dark.
And some forests should not be walked by.
Let's leave it at that.
The massive hills surrounding the land
provide no sunlight. Darkness forsakes
the light and lets nothing prosper.
There is nothing to farm.
Agriculture is lacking considerably.
The trees whisper of dark tidings,
while the many rocks reflect nothing but the moonlight.
Long ago it is said that Mohawks walked
these trees and their spirits still
draw upon the dense soil.
And when the Natives were fighting for
their lives, in America's war,
a notable family from England settled
in the land.
They were no longer welcome in Europe, anyway!
It was in the year 1740
that a farm was built and
the notable family began to
meek out a rough living.
Despite the New World fascination,
there were strange deaths and bizarre occurrences
from the start.
The lack of sunlight,
the ancient Native American spirits,
and perhaps the land itself,
were cause to the settlers suffering.
Weird deaths, insanity, loss of money and fortune, struck by lightning...
Suicides, homes burning to the ground, creatures coming out of the forest...
With so few people living in this sparse, rocky forest,
it cannot be so readily debunked or waved away.
Strange things happen all the time, but not in such a small area,
with so few people.
Though it is now protected,
today, the forest has reclaimed any village,
old windmill, farm, or shack. The forest
is now officially wild and left to travel only
for illegal thrill seekers and ghost hunters.
Now modern people, with their sophisticated views,
have labeled this place a "negative power spot".
A place where dark entities enter this world
from the other side. People have seen ghosts here,
overwhelming feelings of terror, and strange lights.
Can you name this vanished town?
Its geographical location was foolhardy at best. Surrounded by hills and at elevations of more than 1500 feet, there was little chance that a good crop would ever grow and sustain life in the village. The winters were harsh here and even the hardy apple trees were stunted from months of cold. As mentioned already, the soil was rocky and the area was plagued by almost too much water. It pooled into tepid swamps and seeped into the earth, creating a damp morass.*
*cited from the internet
