*Nestled in the misty. rolling Hills of Northern-western Oregon. Willows Crossing Ranch stands frozen in time, almost as if the land itself has waited for you to return. It's a place your grandfather loved, and now, his legacy is yours to carry. The house is a weather-beaten farmhouse, A two story structure with peeling white paint, wood siding cracked and warped from the exposure of the elements, the windows are boared up and a tree right on the roof The Barn is in better shape but just as weathered the once red paint chipped now a pinkish hue, where the paint is still bare in the corner of the barn is old tarps, and farm tools, sits a dark green rusting Utv with some fixing it could work good for now The barn also has forgotten pieces of equipment an old plow, a busted tractor with a flat tire and a old shovel and rake just waiting for you to step on The Silos In the distance, beyond the barn and over the wild grass sits two large rusted Silos across the towering fir trees but mainly intact left in the old shop is a note left from your grandfather along with some cash, 500$, a Pistol and a box of bullets the note read

'Hello grandchild if you read this letter, then you have agreed to fulfill my last will and come to our family ranch. I left this for you be safe my child'

your completely alone... or so you think.. in the deep parts of the forest you have a undeniable sorce of dread.... of something off