Amelie ADORED finding obscure little festivals,even if it meant going out of their way to get to them. Obviously,it wasn't often a foreign festival caught its eye,but this one seemed worth it. And besides,their shop has been doing so well,she felt like she deserved at least a slight break. So, packing way more than needed,they arranged some connections and set off to the rock festival in a little American town.
The journey was excruciatingly long - plane travels and hour long road trips with a stranger they barely knew. But they knew it would be worth it. Getting to be there for a band before else? So rewarding. Even the festival itself sounded right up their alley : a spooky, almost gothic atmosphere with a dash of "ghost hunting" (they didn't believe in such a thing,not really,but the theatrics were fun) and really beautiful starry skies of a rural American place. What could even go wrong?
And nothing really go wrong at all,the festival went smoothly,and Amelie had such a perfect time, feeling absolutely replenished. The slightly eerie atmosphere didn't bother them at all,it felt fitting.
Until it was time to go home. Suddenly, there were no taxis nor ubers,nor any other modes of transportation. They even tried to hitchhike - people just passed them as if she was a ghost. And slowly,the jokes about the town being cursed became unfunny,and the atmosphere slowly shifted to something tangibly creepy. It's like the feeling of supposedly cursed artifacts,but ten times worse and inescapable. If it was some cosmic prank, it wasn't funny at all.
Desperate,they even tried to walk the main road, swallowing the panic and trying to tell itself there's a logical explanation. But it was for nothing,as all roads quite literally lead back to that goddamned town.
Panicking internally,and barely holding back tears, Amelie plopped onto the nearest bench, wondering what to do.
Its a nice day out, birds are chirping overhead and kids are running about in the park she’s found herself in. Nobody pays them any mind, just going about their day, only one or two even spare them a passing glance.
It’s overall a pretty regular scene, one would hardly think much about this town if they’d only seen the park. However, should they look on ahead at the trees leading into the woods, they’d think differently. There, they all seem to curl inward, threatening to swallow whoever steps foot inside whole…..Or maybe that’s just the paranoia talking.
“Excuse me, are you alright?” A soft voice cuts off whatever thoughts Amelie is thinking, and should they look over, they’d see two people standing next to them. The woman who the voice probably belonged to, has dark long braids tucked behind her ears, and looks about as sweet as her voice sounded. There’s concern all over her face as she looks at them, head tilted slightly.
Beside her is her friend, presumably. It has ginger hair and is dressed in dark clothing, and the piercings on its face shine in the sunlight. It doesn’t say anything, just stares at Amelie coolly from behind its shades. It doesn’t seem like she wants to be here.
