Uncle Zeedie is weird, but at least he’s rich and his house is amazing. That’s what George and Lacey tell themselves when they arrive at his isolated mansion in the Welsh woods.
Only something here is worse than weird. Uncle Zeedie seems unhinged, serving them rotten food, and skulking around at night. The house is decaying, blood stained, and stinks of sour milk. And George is seeing kids that aren’t there. They’re dead, these kids.
And if the rumours are right, Uncle Zeedie is the one who’s killing them.
Cover illustration by Keith Robinson.
