"In mid-summer the tourists come
To poke around our antique stores, or lark in our sun They trample our lawns and force us to quaint Plaster their memories, new lick of paint”

"In mid-winter the ravens come
To harken the bloodletting, the life-cycle done The snow doth fall to hide the deceit Middle-England's lies made terrible, complete"

Stephanie Lewis Diary Entry, Barrowmere Primary School, Age 12 ---Missing

Welcome to Barrowmere Village, West Country, population 423.

Where this frosty winter, the close school friends of Miss Lewis are going to discover perhaps a little too much about the frailties of their forebears.

A magical, mystery adventure for 5 mischievous teens.

Please Note: Only those with previous ‘growing-up’ experience need only apply...

By Matt.K* for Spyglass Productions