OK...this is the beginning of a story I just started:
The Mt. Bare Legend
The day was as clear as the waters of Mt. Bare Lake, and the air was as light as a feather. It was a quiet little town in the middle of nowhere, and the people there called their home Mt. Bare because of the enormous mountain right behind the little town, giving it a very nice background. Though it seemed like a peaceful resort, right on top of the mountain stood a small little wooden house, which three disfigured men lived in. Nobody knew of this wooden house, or of the three men, because of the amount of trees there were on the mountain. Nobody even dared to go near that mountain, because it was too dangerous. Every once in a while, a citizen from the town would disappear, and never come back, so the people started to move away…slowly…and soon after, Mt. Bare became deserted. Only the houses stood there…nothing else. No sound…no existence…except for the three men…
One cold morning, a couple was on a road trip, and stumbled across a road, which led to Mt. Bare. The road was also named after the town: Mt. Bare Road. They were lost anyway, and they didn’t care where they went, so they turned. The woman, Jessie, noticed the mountain, and looked up. Chris, the man, looked shortly after.