Years passed and the town filled, but only just. The houses molded as they stood raised above swamps and small ponds, and the families that lived within them aged as quickly as their creaking floorboards. Eventually eccentrics, geniuses and thieves migrated to the quiet, rickety, sluggish town of Twinbrook, hoping that maybe they could be the start of something new. Some believed they could single-handedly bring culture to the town, whether they were sculptors, designers or stylists. Others, like Terry Keyes, just want to protect the town from the questionable people who live in it, like the zealous ghost hunters, and the all too frequently appearing protesters.
From the proverbial skeletons in the town's closet to the stories of ghosts settling their mortal business in spite of death, the town is rampant with gossip. Although, it is rumored that the local science facility is conducting controversial procedures on the deceased. Small town gossip or small town knowledge? Some, like the Sergeant family, don't care to find out and keep to themselves. Others want the truth and nothing else. Formidable private investigators snoop through people's garbage in hopes of uncovering some more bones, and police officers and firemen stick around to quell the resulting petty theft and arson. All in all, Twinbrook is your average paranoid, hot headed, opinionated small, rural town finally experiencing a taste of innovation and new ideas.
Despite the town's close watch, few took serious notice of a lonely upstart fireman with no roots in the town. Donovan Essertier moved into an empty lot, 16 Puddlewick Drive, with $1,300 to build his home and life in this close-knit town. But perhaps it was these humble, anonymous beginnings that were exactly what Donovan needed to inspire him to become what he did.
