It all ended with a letting go, the lifting of a voodoo dolls curse, and sunshine. The afternoon sky was warm, and cloudless with the promise of good weather or at least some sun. Ryder Newton liked good weather and sun, especially by the old friends hideout-it reminded him of happier times, not tinted or poisoned with the thought of her death creeping around them like vines.
Ryder was an easy, intimate partner with easily made friendships, and always managed to befriend people quicker than the rest of his family. He was a strange, but handsome man, and was very well loved in his friendships, so when Ryder turned eighteen, he moved into a gorgeous house, with button bedrooms and friends for family.
But his family started to worry, as an unknown force killed more and more of them, even to the extremes that forced most to leave. What was more disturbing is that Ryder's best friend knew what was happening, and could do something to stop it.
One seemingly eternity later, when Ryder was eighteen, and making a call, the unknown force caused his best friend to be a silent form. That night, Ryder started to dream of nightmarish things, that haunted him forever. Then, he dreamt of a once happy family, who lived in the Lowley House once before, a mother and a father and a brother and two sisters. He knew these were the protected ones, the family protected from him. He dreamt of their hanging, and what have would been their torture. He dreamt of the rag doll, and how he had returned it.
The next morning, Ryder Newton, family of one, was found alone and sobbing in a run down hut with a little withered sign. It read:
Nervana Rider freind house