The village of Redwell seemed, on first acquaintance, to be the typical, quiet English village. The Parish family thought exactly this when they first decided to move there.
Robert Parish thought it would be the ideal place to open his new grocery shop and the perfect place for his ten-year-old son, James. Sarah Parish, Robert’s wife of eleven years, had come up with the idea of her and Rob running a grocery shop only three months earlier, when her elderly grandmother had left Sarah a substantial amount of money in her will. Life seemed to be going very well indeed for the Parish family.
In their new home village, Redwell, things were continuing quite normally without them. At least, as far as normal went for the place. Only a few fights had erupted lately. Things had become rather quiet. No unexplainable deaths for quite a while either. Of course, the Parish family had not witnessed anything like this when they had visited what was to be their new house with the estate agent. Oh no. Things had to be calm for awhile now.
There was already one new villager that was becoming awkward. Let the outsiders arrive first. Then see what would happen. One of them already showed promise. That had most definitely been noted. That was why it was so important to get them here…