

When the crew bulldozed a sycamore tree right before dark, they saw several bodies lying under the tree roots. The boss left to fetch the police. Carl was the only witness as the bodies transformed to beautiful people that crawled out of the hole and simply walked away. Ridiculed...

It's 1995 and monstrous bulldozers have destroyed an old sycamore tree. In the darkness, ancient faces glow with soulless light as an unspeakable evil rises from restless slumber. The sound of drumbeats, as old as the Civil War, is growing louder--and closer.