Thass bad. Somethin’ dreadful always happens when the chil’un be abroad.
The Wayland Woods in Norfolk – an ancient place where sound and silence, truth and myth, and life and death intertwine.
Some say that the babes of the woods still walk the Earth – wandering through the trees, forever lost, holding hands and searching for help. To see them is a terrible omen. As daylight falls, you may hear the wailing – is it the babes, or just the wind in the trees? What could it mean to see the babes, feel their presence, and be lured deeper into the woods? They look so real. They seem so helpless and desperate.
Five tales tell of five lives touched over five centuries by the so-called babes in the wood. If they beckon, will you follow?
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