I want to tell you a story, but it's not a pleasant one. It isn't a story that takes place in candy-coloured fields somewhere over the rainbow. It's the story of a curse that has lasted my entire life. It's the story that starts with me as a child, sitting shivering in fear as I watch the movie "Return to Oz", and continues to haunt me to this very day. It's a story that scares me more than any wicked witch. It's a fear that lives with me even today, and no wizard can send me safely home again. (In his breakthrough short story "Return to 'Return to Oz'", Justin MacCormack creates a shocking and disturbing tale of raw psychological horror, which has been hailed as 'shocking and personal'!) http://www.amazon.com/Return-Oz-other-tales/dp/1500513008/

It has no fear. It has no weakness. It lives to kill. Whatever you do... don't go downstairs! Haunted by the memory of his deceased wife, Neil Harvey hoped that buying a new house halfway across the country would free him and his daughter from the shadow of grief that followed them. It was a lovely house. A bit run down, creaky around the edges, but Neil could fix that up. But why, since they moved in, does Amber keep having nightmares about a young boy with dark eyes and bleeding hands? And why was there a lock on the basement door?