#WritcoStoryPrompt21

My dear child,

I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive, so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in a small town called Blackwood. They are waiting for you, yearning to finally reveal the truth about your existence.

My heart shuddered as I read those words, the ink on the page seeming to taunt me with its incompleteness. How could my deceased parent leave me with such an agonizing revelation? Questions swirled in my mind, threatening to engulf my sanity. Who were my real parents? Why did they give me away? And most importantly, what awaited me in Blackwood?

With trembling hands, I set off on a journey to uncover the secrets that had been concealed from me for far too long. The town of Blackwood lay nestled in the heart of a dense, foreboding forest. Its reputation had always been enigmatic, whispered tales of strange happenings and eerie occurrences.

As I approached the outskirts of Blackwood, an inexplicable chill permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh. The town appeared deceptively ordinary, with its quaint houses and neatly paved streets. Yet, an underlying sense of unease hung heavily in the atmosphere, as if the very fabric of reality was tainted with a dark secret.

I mustered the courage to knock on the door of the address mentioned in the letter, hoping to find the truth that had eluded me for so...