By Rick Hautala
THE EVIL GLOW OF THE MOON…
lit the path as twelve-year-old Billy Wilson walked past the bog. He knew he shouldn’t have gone near the inky shadows of the swamp — but something forced him to come closer to the yawning darkness, the suffocating tangle, the flesh-tearing brambles of Holland Bog.
THE MURKY DEPTHS OF THE BOG…
sucked the boy into its fetid earth and claimed its human sacrifice. But one child wasn’t enough. It needed a second, a third — and then nothing could stop the unquenchable hunger, the raging bloodthirst of the MOONBOG.