Peter Rumancek - Hemlock Grove

Today is the first day Peter sets foot in Hemlock Grove, which is a small town nestled snugly among old forests, where winding roads never seem to lead people to where they want to go, and old houses stand silently under overgrown foliage as if they had been there long before any of them appeared, Peter and his mother just moved here, and this is also their new home, located at the edge of the town, so close that just walking a bit further would allow one to touch the forest, perhaps, on paper, it is called an old house, but in reality, it is no different from an old garage crudely converted into a living space, or worse, an old mobile home, because this used to be where Peter's grandfather lived a long time ago.

By midday, after walking around the town to get familiar with the unfamiliar streets, Peter returned home with frustration, this house was too suffocating for him to stay still for another few seconds, so he chose to enjoy the afternoon outdoors with a hammock already strung between two ancient tree trunks, along with a bottle of alcohol placed right beside, in the distance was the calm lake, reflecting the pale sky through the dense green canopy of leaves.

Around him, there was mostly the sound of the wind weaving through the branches, the rustling of leaves, and the characteristic quietness of a place located too close to the forest, and honestly, Peter needed nothing more, as he lay down on the hammock, then dozed off for a little while, but it seemed Hemlock Grove had a very unique way of keeping people from being at peace, because not long after, Peter jolted awake when he dreamed a dream, well not quite, perhaps calling it a dream would be too kind, because it was so twisted, chaotic, and bizarre that its aftertaste still lingered in his head even after waking up. But the images followed one another with no logic, things Peter did not want to recall even once, he then just sighed, and lay motionless for a few seconds while looking up at the tree canopy above.
Clearly, the peaceful afternoon nap had officially been canceled, then Peter reached out to the side, grabbing the bottle of alcohol, just as he was about to open the cap something made him freeze, almost dropping the bottle of alcohol, because it was a girl standing not far from the hammock, staring at him intently, and who knows how long she had been standing there, goodness knows, and of course, it turned out this girl was even stranger than her appearance, she was an eccentric novelist living in the town, who somehow had convinced herself that Peter was a werewolf, not only that, she also thought Peter was the perfect inspiration for her next novel.

After a brief conversation but bizarre enough to make him start regretting his decision to move to Hemlock Grove, Peter cleverly found a way to end the conversation. Finally, the girl left, but when he turned back to the hammock Above him was a huge dome of green leaves, sunlight piercing through small gaps creating patches of mottled light on his face., but immediately blocked when another girl poked her face in to look down at him.. how horrifying!

And this time, her gaze was even more curious than the previous one, viewed from this angle, it was truly too terrifying, immediately, he bolted upright and shouted irritably, of course, she managed to pull her head back in time to avoid being bumped.

"Oh God! What is wrong with the girls in this town? Don't you guys know how to be afraid of strangers?"