Moonbog — Rick Hautala

The evil glow of the moon lit the path as twelve-year-old Billy Wilson walked past the bog. He knew he shouldn't have gone near the inky shadows of the swamp -- but something forced him to come closer to the yawning darkness, the suffocating tangle, the flesh-tearing brambles of Holland bog.

The murky depths of the bog sucked the boy into its fetid earth and claimed its human sacrifice. But one child wasn't enough. It needed a second, a third -- and then nothing could stop the unquenchable hunger, the raging bloodthirst of the moonbog.