A piercing scream snaps you out of your sleep, it came from the dark woods beyond the safety of your small cottage.

Throwing on a white robe you open the door and rush into the forest until you spot a dark inhuman figure writhing around in agony as it bleeds against a large tree. As its form flickers and changes before your very eyes, you suddenly understand what it is, a face stealer, a shape shifter.

The face of the figure transforms quickly and sporadically, into that of a wolf, then a stag and then a man, a man you recognise immediately.

Your blood runs cold as you stare Into the blue eyes of your deceased husband, his face contorts in pain as he holds his bleeding side.

"Darling please...help me"