THERE WAS ONE THING WORSE THAN LOVING THE CHILDREN, AND THAT WAS...TRUSTING THEM.
They came to the toy shop in the tiny New England village in a steady stream-children somehow older than their years, money clutched in their little hands, buying a bizarre and unsettling selection of games, then vanishing to play with them in a world that no adult could enter. Still, there seemed nothing to worry about. After all, children would be children. Then the townspeople began to discover what else children could be-as the grown-ups themselves became the children's playthings...