Half Moon Down

The ominous vibrations. The driving sheets of rain. The wind that screamed into a demonic cacophony of screams and shrieks. The thick bank of clouds twisting into a black funnel that swept through the little Alabama town of Half Moon with the rage of darkness -- splintering, shattering, crushing, killing...

Ronnie sensed the presence of Satan. He had watched his home destroyed, his parents perish, as he cowered in his tree-house. Now the old schoolhouse seemed a haven, a hiding place, for a badly frightened little boy. But the very timbers of the school held darkness, held horror. And thought it lured him with childhood dreams, soon it would torment him with unimaginable nightmares. For the evil unleashed by the tornado had only just begun its reign of terror...