The small town of Massacre Pines, Oregon had always been a peaceful place, despite its gory history. Then again, no one spoke of the bloody founding of the town anymore. It was barely a footnote in the books. But every now and again a traveler  would lose their way on the Interstate, and find themselves in Massacre Pines, asking all sorts of questions  about the town's mysterious name. Locals didn't like questions. And they didn't like outsiders. 

It was the summer of 1993, and the sun was setting over the pines, casting an eerie orange glow through the trees. In the darkness, a figure could be seen running through the woods, their breaths coming in short gasps. The figure was a teenage girl, her long brown hair whipping around her face as she ran.

She stumbled over a fallen branch, and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. She looked up, and saw a shadowy figure looming over her.

"Who are you?" she whispered, fear in her voice.

The figure said nothing, but stepped closer, until the girl could see the outline of a face. It was a boy, around her age, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Get away from me!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet and running away as fast as she could.

As she ran, she could hear footsteps behind her, and she knew that the boy was chasing her. She didn't know what he wanted, but she knew that she had to get away from him.

She burst out of the woods and into the town, running through the streets until she reached home, a simple white farmhouse on the corner of Lake and Main. She slammed the door behind her, panting and shaking with fear.

She turned on the TV, hoping to distract herself from what had just happened. But what she saw on the screen only made her fear worse.

A news report was playing, showing footage of the sheriff's department investigating a mysterious disappearance. The missing person was a teenage boy, and the sheriff was saying that they had no leads.

The girl felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that the boy she had just encountered in the woods might be the missing person. And if he was, what did that mean for her?

The night was just beginning, and the small town of Massacre Pines was about to be plunged into a world of danger and mystery, where nothing was as it seemed.