The Woods of Red Hill
The boy stood still, frozen as if rigor mortis had set in his fresh, and very much alive, body. He had never seen anything like this before; he attempted a gulp, which felt like swallowing a jagged pebble. The pulse in his temple quickened as realisation began to soak into his fragile, innocent mind. The man was dead.
Told through the eyes of an adult and three children - no matter the age, a blanket of fear surrounds them and they find themselves in the exact place where the macabre stories were born - in the woods. Packed with eerie stories and scenes of terror this is not for readers under the age of 18.