A pattern was developing, maybe even intensifying. The dream would come to Magret-the baby, its head rising right out of the earth, its piercing eyes staring at her. Then she would wake to find that she had been screaming. As she rocked and wept, she reminded herself over and over that this was only a dream … just another nightmare. But then Magret’s daughter Sheena and her friends reported seeing a little girl, an infant, in the forest behind their house. Surely there was some other explanation for what they thought they had seen. Sergeant Stoddard took the report seriously enough to search the woods, but found nothing. Then came another sighting, followed by a brutal murder in the house beyond the woods. Magret reluctantly began to examine her dreams and relive her childhood-when she had lived close to the woods and had attended the nearby, abandoned old church. Suddenly the killings no longer seemed random. Magret now knew the truth. But how could she face it? What terror awaited her children if she failed to pacify the revenge-seeking child?