A unique walk thru Haunt through a deserted cabin from Generations ago, at the base of a velvet-green mountain, in a small mountain community, nestled in the hills of Los Angeles, a farmhouse rose among a grove of ancient oaks. The trees stood older than the town itself—some claimed the oaks had been planted as grave markers for the victims of a plague that had ravished the waters of the land for generations. Others whispered that the trees weren’t planted at all, but grew from the very bones of the dead.