Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run
So we could both be free
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree...
Fast forward a hundred years or so.
The Hanging Tree is sheltered in a large, empty and forboding building. The town is empty. Doors swing and creak in a ghost breeze. Bones are half buried in the hot soil, some recent, some old enough to be cracked and bleached white. Nothing lives in the town except for the occasional snake or spider. The town is offlimits, but for a reason that no one is really certain about.
Whispers of the town curse were passed down through generations. After the man was killed, a mysterious illness swept the town. Many fled, but a few stuck around to spite the curse. Their stories slowly faded out of existance, like lettering on an old sign that spends too much time in the sun. But to make things even worse... people kept disappearing. First it was a few drunks who slept too close to the Hanging Tree, then curious children, then the scientists who were trying to figure out what was happening.
Around the tree is a strange fluctuation. A psychic or shaman would tell you that the spirits of the man and his wife surge around the tree; scientists brush it off as superstition and write it down as odd fluctuations in the earth's magnetic field.
They couldn't, and still can't, figure out why people are disappearing. So, like the government does, they put up a building around the tree and a fence around the town. They lock everyone out and mark the territory as dangerous, deathly so. Most people listen to the signs and pass by without a second thought. Others pause and muse over the signs, then whisper the story of the curse to their friends and children and go on their way.
Others... others are curious, fatally so. Because, once you go in the building with the Hanging Tree...
You never come out.
Are you, are you
Coming to tree
Where a necklace of hope
Side by side with me
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.