Everything is falling asleep with the onset of winter, but this forest is not sleeping. Something is wandering along its snowbound path, watching through the black trees, and taking what belongs to it. It leaves behind weird rumors about the voices calling from the thicket, about the faces looking into windows, about strange footprints on the snow... and missing children posters. Nothing can help those who hear the voice of the forest. They will fall deeper into the cold embrace of fear to make,