THERE WAS ONE THING WORSE THAN LOVING THE CHILDREN, AND THAT WAS...TRUSTING THEM.
They came to the toy shop in the tiny New England village in a steady stream—children somehow older than their years, money clutched in their little hands, buying a bizarre and unsettling selection of games, then vanishing to play with them in a world that no adult could enter.
Still, there seemed nothing to worry about. After all, children would be children.
Then the townspeople began to discover what else children could be—as the grown-ups themselves became the children's playthings...
