Deerfield. A sleepy village untouched by time, full of quaint antiques, charming sites and friendly neighbors.

But outside of Deerfield, nauture is still. No children play around the great stone house of Winterrest; no birds fly over its ancient trees ... and tales of witches and demons fill the dreams of Deerfield's children.

Now the great house is stirring, stretching, hungry. Now the huge doors open, inviting unwary victims deep inside. The warm stone walls are heaving, the doors are pulsing ... now the frenzied ritual must begin ...