This is the town of Blackwood depicted. The time period is still around the 21st century so even though the town is old the time period is pretty modern.
In the town of Blackwood, there were many special sites, like the town square, pub, and the greenhouse, but there was one place everyone feared: The Blackwoods. These woods were said to be cursed. Some say you’d die if you go in, and others say you’ll come out cursed for life. Nobody dared to enter them, except for Henry, the only child of the Stone family. Henry’s mother, Charlotte, had such a caring heart with blonde hair like the sand and eyes like the sea. She was always willing to help her neighbors and always cheered people up with her kind words and embraces. The father, Rodrick, was nothing like her. He was stern, mean, and bulky with hair rough like sand paper. His face was not friendly, either; he had wrinkles of disdain spreading across it and a scraggly beard. Lastly, was Henry. Henry was always smaller than the other kids, with the face of his mother. He was kind and helpful, but he always had hair like his father’s: sandy and sharp. His mother was always there for him, so he would try to help her when he could. His favorite thing to do was go to the woods. Although the town feared it and even called him odd, Henry was never deterred.
This is Henry, Charlotte, and Rodrick. Henry is 8.
The woods, to him, were like a sanctuary, a place he knew only he would visit. His father hated this and thought his son out to be a weirdo. Charlotte loved her son more than anything, so when Rodrick would say these heinous things, they argued. His parents would fight often, more than he could stand. So, when alone, Henry would visit the woods. Oh, how he wished to escape to the beautiful flowers and dark fields to lay in silence as he watched the stars, but he knew it would only make his mother suffer more. One night was different from the rest. Rodrick had more than just anger influence him. When Charlotte came home from her usual volunteer work around the town, Rodrick erupted into yelling, causing Henry to hide behind the crack in his door and watch, hearing every word his father said. Rodrick swore his son wasn’t his and that he couldn’t have had such a weakling as his son. This pushed Charlotte past her limit. She took her hand right to him, smacking him across the face. Rodrick, however, did not appreciate the sentiment. He smashed an empty bottle on the table, leaving a circle of jagged spikes around its edges. He drove the broken bottle directly into Charlotte’s heart, staining the once sand hair to crimson red. Henry, in terror, now knew he had to run with whatever bravery was stored within him. He moved away from the door and out of the window and headed straight for the woods.
Panting from running and with tears rolling down his face, he realized he had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. His mother was now dead. What was he to do? He sat in his favorite field that was odd, just like him. Normally, he’d only watch the nature around him, due to his mother’s warnings, but, without any judgment, he sat in the field feeling the petals around him. As he sobbed, exhaustion hit and he fell asleep in the field. After some time, he slowly reawakened, remembering the scene from the previous hours of the night. Tears welled up in his eyes once again until he heard quiet talking around him. He quickly turned his head in each direction of the forest until abruptly stopping, startled by a light. Rubbing his eyes, he discovered that it’s a fairy. “Fairies don’t exist,” he thought to himself. “Who are you?”, he asked. The fairy stared for a moment but then grinned and said, “I’m Nelly. I’m here to help you.” He assured the fairy that he didn’t need charity of any kind. Still visibly puzzled by the mythical creature in front of him, the fairy told him of a place he could stay if he followed her. He declined at first, but, after hearing about the land of the fairies, a land of happiness and free of worries, he reluctantly accepted. After leading him through the woods to a tree of great size with a single hole, almost portal-like, on it, the fairy gestured for him to go in. So, with nothing to lose, he entered. 
This is a depiction of the fairy land described. The houses are mainly made of mushrooms and flowers.
After entering, he found himself in a land of light and houses. The floor was a vast river spanning throughout what was now a large world, unlike the tree they entered before. Nelly introduced Henry to the other fairies, welcoming him with open arms. Henry got used to this land. He would stay awake late at night doing the things he loved. He even had his own garden, but, after a time, things became off. The fairies were acting odd. They would stare at Henry, not being as cheery and welcoming as before. They would whisper as he walked by and even his beloved garden started to wilt. Henry soon tried to escape, only to find the town surrounding him was a pit of darkness that loomed behind him. He was frightened, wondering why they started to act this way. One day, after a startled back step, Henry fell into the pit. As he was engulfed by the shadows he only thought of one thing: his mother.
With a desperate attempt at salvation, he called out to her. There was no response. He thought back to the last thing that brought him joy: the field where he once rested so peacefully. In the forest, there was now loud calling and the sound of heavy steps, breaking the silence once heard. The cops had earlier heard the yelling of his mother and father, so they checked the house only to find the scene Henry escaped from. After arresting his dad, they realized Henry was missing. Neighbors knew the police needed to enter the woods. With fear, the town decided to band together and search. After hours of walking and shouting, they were washed with relief when they finally saw what seemed to be small legs in the flower field. They rushed over with smiles and cheers only to abruptly stop and draw back in silence as they analyzed in horror the image of a once cheerful little boy now silent, motionless, and dead as stone. He had white eyes and blood stained tears, but, odder than all of that, he had a grin from ear to ear, touching the flower he loved so dearly.
Sources:
Grimm Jacob and Wilhelm, Grimms’ Complete Fairy Tales