Riley Hill lurks in the back-wood shadows where dark moods set the tone for her tales of creep. She adamantly denies being an alien or a walk-in, but refuses to answer questions about being a mutant. At times you may see her sitting atop a large boulder in the Arizona desert, in the hollow of a tree in Oregon, or submerged to her waist in the Mediterranean sea. But you’ll never catch her on a space ship. At least in daylight.
Twelve strange and creepy tales. A secret on the island. People vanishing in the night. Neighbors linked by an undying dog, a mysterious trailer, and something twisted hiding in the barley field. Your friends have a dark side. Do you smell what's smoldering in the burn pile?