She called herself Mrs Hunter, although that was not her real name. No one on Earth could pronounce that. She had chosen the name Hunter because the word had a meaning all of its own . . .
When Mrs Hunter collects William she thinks she has found the perfect prey . . . but she may have met her match.
An alien-invasion story about the kind of hunting and collecting that makes your skin crawl . . .
About the Author
You hold, in your sweaty, human hand, one of a series of Eerie books all dripping with horror and awfulness. As your wander further into each terrible tale, fear will grip you, fright will freeze your brain and you will not want to turn the page.
But you must! Because the horror will call irresistibly to you. It will say, 'Come, see how petrifying I am! Imagine the ghastliness of what is about to happen! Turn the page! Turn the page!'
And you will. For I, S. Carey, Curator of the Eerie Series, and my gruesome friends, Ivor Bloodlust from the Eastern European Gore Pits, Iza Gonagetyoo from the Fellowship of Monsters and Terry Fye, from Melbourne, have clawed the world for the most eerie stories we could find. Terry's sister Petra would have helped but she's not allowed out. Miss you, Petra.
So, enjoy yourself my frightened friend. May the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and ruin you collar. May your skin creep and crawl right off your bones. May your ... well, you get the idea.