Tonight‘s story is not about a stranger in the night…. but about the one who tucks you in…The one who tells you, he loves you …

The one who makes sure you never leave. This is a story of a girl who never knew her name until she saw it on a missing poster .

and by then …it was almost too late.

Tonight‘s Tale is not one of innocence. It is not one of happy endings. It is a story about cleverness… about greed …and about what happens when something ancient decides you owe at a debt.

Tonight ,we step into a story where love letters led to graves… and a farm became something far worse. A place for men came seeking love …and we’re never seen again. A woman who built her fortune on death and love behind a horror that still chills history, her name was Belle Gunness.

Tonight‘s Tale is not one of passion… But possession not romance… But something far more eternal.

There are wounds we speak of and then there are ones we bury so deeply we convince ourselves they never existed, but buried pain doesn’t die. It waits it grows, and sometimes it comes back wearing a different face, a different Voice,a different life …something …unrecognizable.

They call it, Evergreen Academy, an elite private school tucked deep within ancient woods where excellence is expected an escape is impossible.

Tonight’s Tale drifts in on a soft fog, rolling through an old sleepy graveyard, the kind of place where the moonlight glows, pale on crooked headstones or bats, float, or quietly between the trees and little white flowers grow between the graves. Most people think graveyards are a lonely place, but sometimes…..they are not lonely at all.

Welcome to a story where beauty fades cruelty, echoes, and karma doesn’t forget .on campus filled with ambition, envy, image one girl ruled it all perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect life or so she thought, but sometimes the things we say about others don’t just hurt them sometimes they come back to become us.

There are creatures in the world that people fear shapes in the dark whispers in the woods shadows that slipped between moonlight and this, but sometimes the things we further the most are not monsters at all sometimes they’re simply hearts that were never given a place to belong.

There are creatures in the world that people fear shapes in the dark whispers in the woods shadows that slipped between moonlight and this, but sometimes the things we further the most are not monsters at all sometimes they’re simply hearts that were never given a place to belong.