"There's nowhere really to go, per se. There is something living in the town currently, among us. Hidden in the shadows, preying on lone, unsuspecting victims at night. It is retaliating because we recently killed a den of its progeny. We are currently trying to figure out a way to deal with it. Sadly, I do not think this thing is the same that was chasing you, as it's been here longer than you.
I'll give you a brief explanation of what is going on. It's not something I really understand, myself, but I've grown to accept based on what I've seen.
There are things from beyond this world. Things that should not be. There exists a form of... magic, if you want to call it that, that allows this world and that to connect. From my understanding, General Washington grew desperate and unleashed some terrible forces in hopes of destroying or routing the British.
He got more than he bargained for, and for some time, a portal remained open between the worlds, and some... things came in.
Right now, we're doing mostly damage control and reconnaissance. We are trying to learn the nature of the threats, how to best deal with them, and in the mean time, how to best keep everyone safe and from panicking. So, as frustrating as it must be to have everyone think you insane, it's best to keep what you know mostly to yourself. Also, when you are feeling well enough to move about, do not venture around in town or out by yourself. Especially at night.
The man who taught us all of these things has gone missing as of late. We are not sure where he is, and he's been gone long enough that I am worried for him. For now, we're likely going to have to pick up the pieces and move along as best as we can."