It was supposed to be an innocent childhood game - but not every kid made it home before dark.Twenty years later, I still think about that night - the night Delainey Grout never returned home. The night we never told anyone about what we’d done.It still haunts me. All the secrets. All the lies.The shadows…the noises…the eyes we feel on us in the dark when we’re alone beneath the pines… Are they real, or just our imagination?What if the only monster in the woods - is me?