They're called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods— deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, they're...
Her Uncle Oliver, the distinguished astronomer, told Lavina: 'It would be a pity for you to die without the experience of marriage, my dear. A comet is due to hit the earth on the 24th of June and none of us has more than sixty days to live.'
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