Travis, Eve, and their 8-year-old son Robin were enjoying a breezy afternoon in the Maine woods, gathering mushrooms as part of their weekend ritual since relocating from Texas to escape its oppressive heat. The move to this quiet town had been a balm for Travis’s health issues, offering a fresh start with a promotion and a serene landscape. That day, they ventured deeper into uncharted parts of the forest, led by their Doberman,

Brandy, whose frantic barks drew Travis to a startling find: a hidden cemetery with over a hundred tombstones, some moss-covered and ancient. Amidst eerie artifacts like antlers and voodoo dolls, their son Robin’s scream pierced the air, pointing to a crumbled grave bearing a childhood photo of Travis, eerily dated with his exact birthdate, January 29, 1984. The discovery of his image in this forsaken place hinted at a dark secret tied to his past, waiting to be unraveled.Shaken, Travis sought answers from locals, learning from 89-year-old Lois Woods about a sinister cult that once thrived in those woods, notorious for occult rituals and rumored child sacrifices until its violent dissolution in 1987. Directed to Teddy Sutton, whose father led the police raid that ended the cult, Travis confronted a grim truth: the boy on the headstone was his twin brother, killed alongside their parents, Shawn and Nedaara, during a failed escape from the cult.
Teddy, revealed as Travis’s uncle through a DNA test, recounted how Travis was saved by a cult member who left him at a Texas church with a note, explaining his mysterious abandonment. The revelation shattered Travis, connecting his recurring dream of a woman fleeing with a child to his mother’s desperate flight. Though he found his origins, the tragic fate of his family left him grappling with a truth he wished had remained buried, forever altering his sense of self and history.