Legends of William’s Point

Welcome to William’s Point, a small town nestled at the base of the Blue Ridge mountains. On the surface, it is the image of small town Americana. Quaint cobblestone streets are lined with ancient wrought iron fences and lush lawns. Landmarks like the General Armand house entice you to sit on their wide cool verandas and enjoy a glass of iced tea. Peel back the exterior, however, and you will find the black blood that throbs just beneath it’s surface. Here, hidden in the shaded hollows and forgotten cemeteries lurk the creatures of the wilds. They do not fear death, they stalk it. What better place to call home? After all, William’s Point is itself a child of blood, born into it from the first day man sat foot upon it. This is where the real monsters come to play.