Publisher's blurb: Mist swirls about the skeletal trees as the two figures creep towards the darkened house on midnight lane. The cold seeps into their bones as each one goads the other on, “You scared bro?” “Me? N... no, it's just a house. They are only stories, what's to be afraid of?” “Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Just stories,” From the attic window, a pale face watched the two students approach. Long dead eyes glared at the two young men. “Oh yes!” it hissed, “Just stories. The truth is much worse!”