The second stop to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, they entered a haunted mansion funded by the local government for the children of the town. Though it wasn’t as scary as their previous walk through the darkness, two of his friends found love. Still, messages sent to their mind continued until one of the group found an old poem. The poem directed them to a new destination in Perry, West Virginia, in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. An urban legend about an evil rural avenue, named Lemon Road, fascinated them. A place not on any map, a cursed road, an evil road that ran in front of the Wedekindt Manor. A place that houses a morbidly evil woman who lures the living to her realm for her own sadistic needs. To get there they had to meet the author of the poem who had advanced Alzheimer’s disease.
The author’s son ran an old rundown general store in the mountains and told the group that his father is the only one who can relay the story to them. They wanted to travel the road. They craved adventure. They wanted to be scared. The old man would not speak unless each swallowed a pill that turned out to be candy. He told of monumental evil on the road and the witch of the manor, Janet Wedekindt. Whose family name was at the end of their line. The Group of friends embark on the last leg of their Halloween journey, but will they return, or will they suffer the perils of Lemon Road. Death is traveling the road with them in the form of a vintage corvette deemed the Yellow Ghost. However, that isn’t the only thing that haunt their thoughts because the cursed avenue needs to feed. Pain endures until death offers relief. Take the pill and travel the evil road.