
Carrie was never the superstitious type. Her mission for the present, was to prove that all the Old wives tales she heard about, were in fact...just tales. The Seven years bad luck for a broken mirror. The black cats that create bad ju ju if not avoided. The green four leaf clover, that makes for good prosperity... as long as you're Irish. All of which she has debunked except for one.
Try as she might, she can't seem to shake the facts that lay before her in the small town of Forkland. After stumbling across a journal found in a secret compartment at the local library, she is beginning to wonder if the tales she heard from her grandma were in fact sprinkled with more than just a grain of salt.
Coincidentally the journal coincides with the stories she has heard in times past. To make matters worse, whomever the journal belongs to, is not too happy to have had it stolen if the letters to her p.o box are any indication. Warnings of a full moon and to keep in the shallow end of the waters, words are etched in her mind.
Is this all a hoax, or has she unraveled something that is more sinister than she first thought. Either way, Carrie's beliefs have become shaken and she isn't so sure if the shadow that's following her, is her own, or if it belongs to someone or... something else.
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