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

Jerry Stroh had never felt such a burst of joy as he did that evening. His mood had changed instantly. At five in the evening he had been struck by the realization that a huge house full of dolls and antiques was not something he really needed or wanted and he had decided not to stay in Mannington or keep the house. Mannington was a dusty, shitty little nothing town with a lout of a minister running it’s big church, and a residency of lowlifes for it’s life’s blood. 


He had walked into a convenience store to pay for gas and Imma Byche had been there, and she followed him to his car gritting her teeth yelling “perverts and their ilk shall have their place in God’s holy fire that burns with damnation and your girlfriend wanna be…” 


He shut his car in her face and flipped her off. She was one sick broad, made worse by the loss of her piece of shit husband who was supposedly stabbed to death during a home invasion of the big bad trailer park. 


A Past in The Shadows