Travis, Eve, and their 8-year-old son Robin were enjoying a breezy afternoon in the Maine woods, gathering mushrooms as part of their weekend ritual since relocating from Texas to escape its oppressive heat. The move to this quiet town had been a balm for Travis’s health issues, offering a fresh start with a promotion and a serene landscape. That day, they ventured deeper into uncharted parts of the forest, led by their Doberman,

Brandy, whose frantic barks drew Travis to a startling find: a hidden cemetery with over a hundred tombstones, some moss-covered and ancient. Amidst eerie artifacts like antlers and voodoo dolls, their son Robin’s scream pierced the air, pointing to a crumbled grave bearing a childhood photo of Travis, eerily dated with his exact birthdate, January 29, 1984. The discovery of his image in this forsaken place hinted at a dark secret tied to his past, waiting to be unraveled.