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In the fall of 1975, a strange phenomenon surrounding the small village of Forest Mountain took a turn for the worse just months after the war in Vietnam ended. Soldiers returned from a brutal battle hoping to find peace of life but only to start a new war with an unknown force with a determining taste for blood. Giant trees cut down by lightning crush anything in their path, and wind gusts are powerful enough to blow roofs from weaker homes.
It all started one dark, cloudy evening with a thunderstorm. The rain stopped, followed by a thick fog rising from sinkholes and riverbeds. The creatures of the woods became hushed, and the river flowed silently downstream. The trees stop moving and fold their leaves in submission to what is approaching as birds fly off their roost in pitch darkness in fear of the unknown.
Unnoticed by the villagers, the sun hasted over the Mountain ridge, leaving darkness to embrace what was about to happen. At sunset, the howling begins; it sounds old and terrible, like it is near or far. The street lantern swings in thin air by the breath of its mouth and ten times the speed of man; it glides on a pillow of fog, yet its feet do not the ground.
In the likeness of a creature, it lived deep within a cave discovered by the villagers where it sleeps during the day. The priest is a village sorcerer; his magic had strange powers never seen before; still, his death came quickly at the hands of the creature. A plot to kill the beast went wrong on more than one occasion, causing countless lives; it knows its moves and figures out the villager's anticipation. You cannot run from it, neither can you hide from it.
Each night, one villager must volunteer to set his house on fire to keep such evil force away; their nights became day, and day became night. The creature is one, but it is also many; wasted bullets do not impact the beast when it stays within the covering fog. The men were war heroes and great hunters; now it is up to them to kill and confront it; one amongst them must come like it.
