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Supernatural: Dark Easter

Prologue

Midford, Michigan
Wintergreen Park
Sunday April 13, 2014

Kids scurried around laughing, searching for easter eggs. Lola Grey was bent over, searching a bush. The warm spring sun hung in the sky, smiling happily as it warmed the people below. It was a week from Easter, yet the parents in Midford had decided that the entirety of Midford’s populace would have their Annual Easter Egg Hunt early due to the lovely weather.

Lola knelt in her white floral dress to pick up a plastic green egg. Her blonde hair was put back in a ponytail, held together by a pink ribbon. Her parents sat back with the other parents, chattering, and would occasionally help with the search.

Lola had a total of ten eggs in her bucket so far. She moved off to pick up a little blue egg. As she reached for it a scream ripped the air apart. It was the high wailing sound of another kid. She didn’t pay attention to it, for she knew that fights were common. It wasn’t until she looked over after the yelling of parents was heard that she felt that something was wrong.

She looked up to see that Mrs. Haynes was busy attempting to yank her son, Billy, from vines that seemed to come up from nowhere. Billy wasn’t the only one trapped in plants. Chaos erupted and screams for help rang out. Kids and now adults alike were being grabbed by the plant-life. Poor Billy and Mrs. Haynes now looked as if they were being pulled down into the earth.

Lola felt something wrap around her ankle. She was suddenly yanked off of her feet, her eggs went rolling across the grass, and started to scream for help from anyone that could. Walter Green rushed over. He lived across the road, and was luckily outside tending to his garden. He took his garden shears, and freed Lola from the grip of the vine.

Soon all the screams ended, and in the wake of the murderous plants there were left people in the earth, children crying and screaming for their mommies and daddies that had been swallowed up by the earth, and parents weeping for the loss of their children, husbands, wives, brothers, or sisters. Mrs. Haynes was kneeling on her knees, her face in her hands, crying inconsolably for the loss of Billy. Those that managed to get free gawked in awe and horror at the scene before them. None of them were aware of the danger that had just worked it’s way into the city. It was just the beginning.