A creepy twisted bedtime story of maternal devotion, fevered innocence, and the horrors that crawl from the shadows of Cinder Woods.
Little Tammy lies trembling beneath his sheets, haunted by fever and unseen fears at the window. His mother’s soothing words and gentle kisses promise comfort, but her insistence grows darker as she presses him to take the medicine he resists. What begins as care soon spirals into something far more chilling—where love blurs with obsession, and the bedtime ritual descends into a suffocating struggle for control.
By the time the night ends, readers will question whether the true monster lies outside the window—or right there at the bedside.
Don’t read this at bedtime or with no lights on
A child and parents worst nightmare