David W. Thompson

There's something about the flames of the crackling campfire and the darkness beyond the flickering light that stirs a primal fear within us. As the wind howls through the trees and shadows dance on the forest floor, our imaginations run wild with all the things that could be lurking out there in the night. And we tell chilling stories. It's a way to confront our fears in a safe environment, surrounded by friends who are just as spooked.
And sometimes, just sometimes, those chilling stories contain a kernel of truth, a sinister echo of something ancient and malevolent that prowls the woods, refusing to be forgotten...