Never had he seen anything like what was happening to Hank Stransky. Red blotches formed on the skin across his face. They darkened into shiny pustules — which broke like ripe boils, discharging a gooey liquid. Hank jumped up from the barstool...
Twenty years ago three young boys staggered out of an old building, tired and dirty yet otherwise unharmed. Missing for a weekend, the boys had no idea of where they’d been. But they all shared the same vague memory of a shadowed woodland grove…...