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According to the United States Census Report, Willow's Crest, Rhode Island has a population of five thousand two-hundred and three. Five thousand two-hundred and three people living in the carefully sandwiched neighborhoods along the coast of the Atlantic, atop rocky ridges and among lush trees that make a perfect tourist attraction to the adventurous (but not too reckless) explorer.

Five thousand two-hundred and three people living comfortable lives in their modest Victorian homes, sending their children to some of the best schools the Northeast has to offer, celebrating its rich history with each turn of the seasons, honoring different historical figures or events.

Although what the United States Census Report failed to report was how many other people call Willow's Crest home, the ones people don't acknowledge, aside from a lingering feeling down your spine that you had definitely seen someone standing where there is now just empty air.

Because despite the cookie-cutter front lawns in the perfect little neighborhoods, Willow's Crest was a place of dark history, the blood of countless innocents spilling atop the cliffside like the waves happy families splash through. Willow's Crest was founded by Salem colonists fleeing the witch trials back in 1692. According to them, the picturesque vista with its winding forest trails and ocean view was the perfect place to raise their families free from the vices of sin.

What people seem to forget is who those founders were. Some were rumored to be witches fleeing trial, others say they were innocent souls. But either way you hear it, dark magic found its way into Willow's Crest; whether brought there by the colonists or awakened by their arrival. For centuries, people went missing, were murdered, claimed to feel, see, and be possessed by things that lived among them in this beautiful little town.

And for centuries, there have been few born with the ability to see into the past, and into the afterlife, to understand what these tormented souls and darker powers want. They are called the Harbingers, because while their presence in Willow's Crest offers clarity into some of the strange happenings and answers for questions long since settled, it also opens a door long since shut, that allows for darker shadows, stronger spirits to come back into the world of the living with a vengeance.

But it's all just a legend....

Or so they say.

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