Jeffrey LeBlanc

Shadows, Ghosts of the Moonlight Jeffrey LeBlanc

Children of horror, walk quietly with me through ghostly, deadly woods. Quiet, as we listen to the rustle of something moving through the dense forest of palmetto surrounding us. Can you hear a long howl out in the fog-foetid swamp? It's a lonesome, crying howl of a furry friend. Sounds as if he has a sad tale shrouded in mists and bathed in wondrous moonlight. What is the secret lurking in the shadowed mists and moonlight of Wallace Woods? Can Max Faucheaux tame his inner beast and save those he loves from the shadows hunting in it?