The characters approach the perimeter of Blackmoon Farm. At first, all is quiet but for the sounds of the fields and forests around them.
Night has fallen. Clouds wreathe the moon, then engulf it. The shapes of the farm buildings up on the rounded knoll look like dark cutouts pasted against a matte blue midnight sky. It’s peaceful. Pastoral. Nothing could be wrong here, could it?
Then: a gunshot. A scream. A child’s cry. Hissing shadows gather with blinking yellow eyes, and incomprehensible whispers drift down across the swaying grasses… You came figuring this would be easy. But now…
Now, it looks like it’s going to be a bad night at Blackmoon Farm.