Hi everyone, and welcome to my first ever RoTG fic!
First off, a little about me:
I've honestly only seen RoTG all the way through one time when I was home sick, but trust me- that movie stuck with me and even before I saw it I was lurking in the fandom due to Tumblr's side-effect of 'fandom osmosis'. I've been reading fics in this section for years now, and I've finally decided to come out of hiding and make my contribution to the fandom.
Thank you for taking the time to begin reading this story, and if you like it- please review!
Prologue- Darkness Rising
All was quiet in the forests of Burgess, Pennsylvania, as it had for years now. Paranormal investigators had once scoured the area after countless sightings of unexplainable phenomena. Six-foot-tall rabbit creatures, flying humanoids with the ability to control waves of dust-like creations, and even what was depicted as a teenage boy who controlled ice. But after weeks upon months of no signs of the mysterious creatures, the forests became quiet once more and stayed that way.
One object that had gotten the attention of Burgess residents was the remains of 'The Burgess Bed-frame'. It was once the bare bones of a wooden bed frame that sat atop a gigantic hole. Some said that the hole led to a secret bomb shelter for some United States Government facility, while others said it was a straight drop downwards into the depths of Hell itself, but what the residents believed to be the truth was the remains of an old well, which was the water for a house that collapsed, leaving the bed frame.
After the strange sightings, what once was the gaping hole was now covered in dirt, looking as if it had just been part of the regular forest floor all along. There wasn't even a single shard or splinter of decaying wood left of the bed. No one questioned the strange disappearance of the large hole, assuming it had been filled for safety reasons.
Little did the people of Burgess know that what had been sealed down in the depths of that abyss would rise once more that very night.
It was late February, which meant the wind blew bone-chilling gusts through the lifeless remains of trees, and the piles of accumulated snow now slightly melted before the next big snowstorm that came through. But this night was a special night. One that happened when March was coming and Spring was about to arrive. Winds gusted through the lifeless trees, giving an oddly-warm feeling for the dark, dead atmosphere of the woods at night. That type of weather meant that Jack Frost had vacated the area for the year, and that the coast was clear.
Suddenly, the ground that had replaced the hole suddenly turned black, disintegrating into dust and falling down into the re-appearing chasm of utter darkness. Then a hand poked out, grasping at the dirt in an attempt to get a grip on something for a handhold. The hand was a shade of grey that would even make the color of corpses look lovely, and the rest of the body that followed suit matched.
He let out a grunt as he lifted himself out of the hole for good, getting up off of the ground to stand and take in the scenery of the outside world. At first he gave a peaceful smile, but it quickly turned into an evil grin of pointy, shark-like teeth. His golden eyes glimmered with mischief as his body melted into the shadow of a tree, and vanished from sight- all except for the evil laughter that echoed throughout the forest.