"It's been two years since the second tragedy that befell a group of teenagers on Blackwood Mountain. It all started with the disappearance of Beth and Hannah Washington. The following year the same group went back up to the mountains, only for Joshua Washington, the twins' older brother, to die in a tragic and mysterious fire that burned down the entire lodge. Rumors have it that their parents decided to rebuild the lodge, for reasons unknown. The details are all blurry, but all we know is the loss of these three children. We just hope they've found a better place, and peace for their family."

Tired, green eyes stared out of the train window, looking up at the partially cloudy sky and the moon. The radio being played by one of the other passengers could be heard clearly from the other cart. Sarah could have been considered a stow away, since she was hiding with the luggage in the back. She couldn't exactly afford a train ticket, and since she was on the run from the police and a gang, she couldn't afford to just sit out in the open like that.

"Do you think his parents really rebuilt the lodge?" The voices could be heard, even if they were slightly muffled.

"It's possible, although I don't see why they would. Wouldn't it just bring back painful memories?"

"Maybe, but it could be their way of mourning?"

Rolling her eyes, Sarah decided she had enough of hearing about the subject. The story had completely swept the nation, and even from first hearing about what happened on the one year anniversary of the twins, she had thought they were all stupid for going back like that. There was definitely more to the story than what the news had published, or those kids had been willing to admit. She ironically referred to them as "kids" considering they all had to be around 20, and she was only seventeen, near eighteen.

The train slowly came to a stop, and the town was announced. Wasn't this the town just below Blackwood Mountain? She glanced out the window, able to see the beautiful, snowcapped mountain from her seat upon two boxes.

It's beautiful..

She wondered if the lodge stories were true. If they were, she highly doubted that the family would actually go back up there, considering the history behind the place. Had Sarah been a superstitious person, she might've thought the ghosts of the three children might haunt the place. But she didn't believe in ghosts, she never had, and she doubted she ever would.

Climbing out through the back door she had come in from, she grabbed her backpack and tossed it over her shoulder, slipping into the crowd among the sidewalk and blending in. The only part of her that could've possibly caused her to stand out might have been her fiery red hair, but even then she thanked the fact she was only 5'3, because that made it easier to blend in. She wondered to herself if she should just stop somewhere and crash for the night, her mind coming up with ideas on how she could possibly get up to that lodge.

It was at that moment that she overheard a couple of people having a conversation about the lodge on the mountain, mostly talking about the dead, or missing, kids. Her gaze shifted in their direction, clearing her throat slightly to make herself known.

"Excuse me, um.. But how did they even get up to the lodge? I'm sorry, I'm new around here and I have only heard bits and pieces of the story."

Both men turned and looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly at her light, southern accent, which made it obvious that she was from the southern parts of the United States, and not Canada.

"Some cable car station, from what I heard. No one can get up there though, considering only the family has the keys."

The redhead raised an eyebrow, trying her hardest not to smirk as he told her this. Could it really be that easy? Hacking, along with breaking and entering, happened to be two things she excelled at. Deciding not to drag the conversation on any further, she nodded once and took off, opening the map that she had already snagged from a passenger's bag from the train. It took a few moments of looking, but finally she saw it, the tiniest marking showing where the cable car station was located, less than a mile away from her location. She finally allowed a smirk to grace her features, her green eyes glancing up to the landscape before her as she slipped the map back into her pocket.

"Blackwood Mountain, here I come."

A/N: Yes this is relatively short, I'm sorry. This is mainly supposed to be a quick introduction. My character Sarah is not someone I made up for the sake of this story, but someone I've been using when I roleplay for about four years now. I love writing as her, and hopefully I'll enjoy writing as the upcoming character, as well.