WELCOME TO SUGAR HOLLOW
THE WARNING NOBODY GAVE:
On the edges of a long stretch of highway exists the small southern town of Sugar Hollow. In the middle of nowhere, Withering House sits. If you're lucky, you will never stop at the town gas station. You will never take a detour off that highway. You'll keep going straight.
Chances are, you are not one of the lucky ones. You have already made that detour. Even worse, you are now headed in the direction of Withering House. You see it now. The Victorian house sitting in an open field with nothing but dirt and weeds surrounding it. It's disintegrating. You step closer. And closer. And closer. There's only one way to save yourself now:
DO NOT ENTER.
But it's too late. The hinges have creaked, the door has opened and you've already stepped inside. You're inside the house right at this very moment. There's no looking back now.
You will live here. You will love here. You will die here.