Something ancient moves beneath the skin of the world. Older than the dirt beneath your boots. Older than the prayers whispered over graves. In the dead hours of the night, it skitters across your face on spider-thin legs. It breathes rot and grave mold from a slavering, maggot-filled mouth. While you sleep, it crouches at the foot of your bed, licking at your bare feet with a cold, wet tongue. It waits beneath your bed, talking to you in the dark. Whispering your name. Feeding you morbid dreams that cling to your mind long after dawn. Little by little, it works its fingers into your thoughts, tugging at the loose threads of your sanity. From the closet comes the soft creak of movement. A shape unfolding itself in the darkness. Standing over you while you hide beneath the covers, trembling, praying that if you don't look, maybe it won't see you. But some things have always seen us. Nightmares. Monsters. Ancient terrors that walk unseen through the world beside our own. Have the Autumn People returned? And if they have... what did they bring back with them this time? Do you dare learn the truth? Step into this chilling collection of short stories, essays, and poems of the macabre from horror author Michael Summers, where fear wears many faces, madness waits just beyond the light, and the darkness beneath your bed may be far more real than you ever imagined.