Recently, I've taken departure to the land in the east they've deemed 'Vladikovo'. I had gone originally to study the flora and fauna of the region to gain a general consensus of the terrain and what it could house.
The cool, autumn winds surely did welcome me when I made it into Vladikovo—-as did the lack of people.
Sure, I've seen plenty of villages with low populous numbers—-typically twenty or so—-but never as low as this peculiar 'Vladikovo'. Vladikovo must've had a standing population of two or so people all year around.
Of course—-as many well educated people do—-I had plenty of thoughts on the topic. Namely, what was wrong with this place to conjure up such a low turnout? The weather? The wildlife far too vicious? Were there diseases in the area that made it so goddamn unlivable?
As of my third night in Vladikovo, I felt like something was watching me—-stalking and lurking. I didn't feel alone. This made my blood most definitely freeze.
I write this passage now from what I hope is the safety of my rented cabin. And yes, must I admit that I'm… terrified of sleeping tonight.
~Francis de LeGuord, Oct. 9, 1459
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Veil of Vladikovo ✓ (BxB)
ParanormalA group of hunters stops in the sleepy town of Vladikovo; fifteen are dead, one survives. Eviirs Rousseau finds the grim tales of Vladikovo to be fascinating. He heads out from his home in Paris, course set for Vladikovo. His plan? Speak with the on...
