🌘 Into the Mist at Cerise Falls: A Glimpse Behind the Pages 🌘

There’s a place in Brakesville where the woods breathe, the air tastes like old secrets, and the water runs the color of a warning.

Last night, I found myself staring at this image again—the dark ridge leaning over the walkway, the fog clinging low like it has something to hide, and that haunting waterfall spilling red into the basin below. It feels like stepping directly into Heather and William’s world… the moment they both realize the truth at Cerise Falls isn’t done with them.

This scene captures the heart of The Mystery of Cerise Falls—

a quiet Appalachian town holding onto the kind of silence that makes your skin prickle. A girl missing for two years. Legends of blood-red water whispered around campfires. And two unlikely friends pulled back to the place everyone else avoids after sundown.

When I write Brakesville, I’m writing the hills I grew up in—

the foggy mornings, the hidden trails, the beauty stitched together with an undercurrent of “don’t go past the ridge after dark.” There’s something enchantingly eerie about small towns; they remember things, even when people try to forget.

This image brings that memory to life.

Heather watching the Falls with wary determination.

William, standing beside her with a mix of fear and loyalty.

And the cave’s shadow stretching out behind them—as if something old is waiting there.

If you’re ready to follow them into the darkness…

the water’s already starting to turn red.

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Step onto the boardwalk. Listen to the woods.

And whatever you do… don’t look away from the Falls.

-Stay Spooky

Tibbi Ann Hardix