On a quiet loop of country road in the middle of nowhere sits the town of Mannington, with it's one town sheriff and it's groves of trees, old cemetery and quiet countrified people.

But unseen to most is the real town that sits underneath, a town filled with people with dark secrets, serial killers and lawlessness.  Then one day when a lonely old woman is removed from her house by a corrupt minister something invades the town, something unseen, unstoppable with a hunger for people with dark secrets.

Guilty of terrible crimes himself, Sheriff Clyde grows more and more afraid as victims keep turning up.  Trying to keep his own secrets hidden while searching for answers, sheriff Dinkle lives in constant fear that it will come for him, like the others, not killed by human hands but by something that can be anywhere, something that can raise the dead, something lurking, waiting, and striking night and day, something that wont stop as long as there are people with dark secrets...…….something that lives....in the trees.

It Lives In The Trees

Dee Wayne examined the tree and asked himself why a green, healthy tree with no wind or lightning would fall on the truck. He did not believe Clyde, that a meth fueled orgy became a house, fire, and that Harold and Derrol just happened to be down the road. But he did believe something other than humanity wanted the boys dead and they narrowly escaped. 


As he mused on these things, several miles away, as a mild storm blew, a towering, full, weeping willow swung its blackish green soft sagging arms over the ground as Imma Byche, fifty feet away in her mobile home, snored loudly enough to be heard outside and her husband got out of bed and slipped on his sandals. 


Major Steven Orville Byche was an avid historian, especially since history had taught him so much. When he had been in high school, and wasn’t bullying smaller kids, he studied world war two in particular. He actually admired how Hitler had screamed and yelled and intimidated his way to the top and controlled the masses. 


Life is A Byche