Moss creeps over walls, pavements, and empty rooms. At first, adults call it damp. Kids know better. The moss spreads where nobody looks. Where nobody goes. Where nobody notices.
Then children start disappearing.
No screams. No signs of a struggle. Just rooms that seal themselves shut, spaces that shouldn't exist anymore, and a quiet that feels wrong.
Cal and his friend Tate realise the truth too late: the moss isn't random. It's counting. Balancing something the town forgot long ago. Filling gaps left behind.
The louder they fight it, the faster it adapts.
The more people try to ignore it, the more it takes.
Because in Brackenlow, being unnoticed is dangerous.
Once you're covered...
someone else has already moved on.