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• Measures 42.5"H x 19" W x 14.25" D.
• Form fitting suit/shirt hanger.
• Trouser hanger, Tie/belt hanger and a Shoe Rack.
• Large accessory tray that holds an entire power strip, and a spacious drawer.
• Makes a terrific gift!

One of the country's premier outdoors writers makes his chilling fiction debut. It came out on the night of the hunters.

Deputy Frank Vaughn is tracking a strange, wounded beast. But there's only one thing more terrifying than what he's hunting. It's what's hunting him.Throughout its long history, Freetown, Massachusetts, has been a hotbed of criminal and supernatural occurrences in the town's State Forest. This is the first account of how its darker side connects hauntings with violent crime and local cults. Native American ghosts roam here and evil lurks, making the forest a haven for nasty creatures (the Pukwudgies). A witch looks for ! favors from young men, satan cults thrive, and killers kill. Read first-hand accounts from police officials and criminals about the forest. Learn why hauntings continue today. Many come here to enjoy the beauty of Freetown State Forest; these are the stories of those who cannot leave.Eden turned the teddy bear over in her hands and Cal saw the way her fingers stroked the worn patch of fur, touching the frayed threads where the glass eye used to be. 'Where did you get this?' she whispered. Jefferson smiled. 'From in here,' he told her, tapping a finger against his temple. 'From inside your head.' After meeting on holiday in Montana, Cal and Eden decide to explore the mountains beyond their campground. But deep in the woods, someone is watching them. Jefferson Boyd, a lone outcast, believes he has discovered a way of turning dreams into reality. But he needs someone to experiment upon. When Cal wakes up in an isolated cabin, he discovers they are not alone. And as the terrify! ing truth emerges, he realises that their only chance of survi! val is t o finally confront the nightmares that are stalking them through the shadows of the forest ...Forgotten somewhere between Bar Harbor, Maine, and New Brunswick, Canada, lies the most remote and mysterious section of the Eastern Seaboard. It is a region rich in stark beauty--and supernatural lore. The harsh landscape, with its rocky seaside cliffs and thundering surf and miles of dark, mysterious forest farther inland, lends itself to the ghost story. Overlaying the ghost tales gathered in this book is a sense of unspeakable horror and malice.A critically acclaimed psychological thriller; Dark Woods tells the story of a young couple who moves to a secluded cabin to cope with the wife's terminal illness. After the husband rescues a young girl from the abusive hands of her psychotic uncle he is coerced by local law enforcement to allow her to stay with them. As the illness consumes the wife and the husband struggles with his own human connections, the young girl attempts to clai! m her place in this strange new family dynamic. The husband must rediscover his humanity and choose between his increasingly erratic and sexually explorative new housemate, and his horrifically deteriorating wife.

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In Stuart Woods's perfect mix of sexy intrigue and swift suspense, Stone Barrington investigates the suicide of a CIA officer-his cousin.Eden turned the teddy bear over in her hands and Cal saw the way her fingers stroked the worn patch of fur, touching the frayed threads where the glass eye used to be. 'Where did you get this?' she whispered. Jefferson smiled. 'From in here,' he told her, tapping a finger against his temple. 'From inside your head.' After meeting on holiday in Montana, Cal and Eden decide to explore the mountains beyond their campground. But deep in the woods, someone is watching them.Jefferson Boyd, a lone outcast, bel! ieves he has discovered a way of turning dreams into reality. ! But he n eeds someone to experiment upon.When Cal wakes up in an isolated cabin, he discovers they are not alone. And as the terrifying truth emerges, he realises that their only chance of survival is to finally confront the nightmares that are stalking them through the shadows of the forest . . .Eden turned the teddy bear over in her hands and Cal saw the way her fingers stroked the worn patch of fur, touching the frayed threads where the glass eye used to be. 'Where did you get this?' she whispered. Jefferson smiled. 'From in here,' he told her, tapping a finger against his temple. 'From inside your head.' After meeting on holiday in Montana, Cal and Eden decide to explore the mountains beyond their campground. But deep in the woods, someone is watching them.Jefferson Boyd, a lone outcast, believes he has discovered a way of turning dreams into reality. But he needs someone to experiment upon.When Cal wakes up in an isolated cabin, he discovers they are not alone. And as the terrif! ying truth emerges, he realises that their only chance of survival is to finally confront the nightmares that are stalking them through the shadows of the forest . . .Once upon a time, in a village in Germany, there traveled a poor opera company. With them was a brilliant young composer whose career was yet to be written by history…and a young soprano whose past was a tragedy forgotten even by her.

As the stage is set for the composer’s masterpiece, the young woman is destined to face her worst fear. A dark opera unfolds around her, a simple children’s tale becomes a nightmare driving her towards her past beneath the shadows of the Konigsforst.

Into the woods we go…



Excerpt from Gingerbread House:

The stage’s light fell upon the witch as she paused before them, a hunched figure in a dress of grimy homespun cloth. Beneath the peeling paper layers and plaster nose, the face of Frauline Truda was almost invisib! le; her twisted features painted in a corpse-like green and gr! ey.

“Kommt, kleine Maus-lein, kommt in mein Haus-lein,” she intoned, beckoning towards them entreatingly.

It was not the voice of Frauline Truda the Viking Maid or Queen of the Night; it was the voice of something cold and evil. Wickedness oozed from it; a seeping, sickly tone that emerged in a slow rhythm, matching the finger coaxing them forward with its long nail.

“Come, little mous-ie,” she crooned. “come into my hous-ie...” Her trailing skirts swept across the stage as she moved backwards towards the painted cottage. Elsa was frozen in place; Adler propelling her forward by force in step to the witch’s song.

The ground was closing between herself and the witch, the girl’s heart pounding as her heavy boots scraped against the floorboards. Frauline Truda’s smile seemed inhuman beneath her malformed mask, exposing teeth stained black beneath.

“Hocus, Pocus, witch’s charms!” With a shriek of delight, F! rauline Truda aimed the witch’s broom at them, its pointed end dwindling to a wand…
Once upon a time, in a village in Germany, there traveled a poor opera company. With them was a brilliant young composer whose career was yet to be written by history…and a young soprano whose past was a tragedy forgotten even by her.

As the stage is set for the composer’s masterpiece, the young woman is destined to face her worst fear. A dark opera unfolds around her, a simple children’s tale becomes a nightmare driving her towards her past beneath the shadows of the Konigsforst.

Into the woods we go…



Excerpt from Gingerbread House:

The stage’s light fell upon the witch as she paused before them, a hunched figure in a dress of grimy homespun cloth. Beneath the peeling paper layers and plaster nose, the face of Frauline Truda was almost invisible; her twisted features painted in a corpse-like green and grey.

“Kommt, kleine Mau! s-lein, kommt in mein Haus-lein,” she intoned, beckoning tow! ards the m entreatingly.

It was not the voice of Frauline Truda the Viking Maid or Queen of the Night; it was the voice of something cold and evil. Wickedness oozed from it; a seeping, sickly tone that emerged in a slow rhythm, matching the finger coaxing them forward with its long nail.

“Come, little mous-ie,” she crooned. “come into my hous-ie...” Her trailing skirts swept across the stage as she moved backwards towards the painted cottage. Elsa was frozen in place; Adler propelling her forward by force in step to the witch’s song.

The ground was closing between herself and the witch, the girl’s heart pounding as her heavy boots scraped against the floorboards. Frauline Truda’s smile seemed inhuman beneath her malformed mask, exposing teeth stained black beneath.

“Hocus, Pocus, witch’s charms!” With a shriek of delight, Frauline Truda aimed the witch’s broom at them, its pointed end dwindling to a wand…
Get organized with this! sleek and sophisticated men's valet/charging station. The perfect accessory for the well-dressed gentleman, the valet offers storage and organization in a dark mahogany finish with satin nickel accents. Valet features include: a form fitting hanger, a large accessory storage tray with drawer, a trouser hanger, tie/belt hanger and a shoe rack. The large storage tray is wide enough to hold a power strip for charging your cell phone or other electronic devices. Measures 42.5"H x 19" W x 14.25" D. Made of wood with a dark mahogany finish and satin nickel hardware. Form fitting suit/shirt hanger. Trouser hanger. Large accessory tray that holds an entire power strip, and a spacious drawer. Tie/belt hanger. Shoe rack.