The Becoming — Andrew Stark

In the night, death walked the dark cold streets; taking with it all that found themselves caught within its fury. In Siler's Point, when the cold became colder, the dark became darker, and the hands of those buried for an eternity beneath its grounds found you, you prayed it wasn't too late to cry out. Every town has its own secrets. Every town has its own lies. Siler's Point has its own evil.