Zade McCain

Zade's eyes were cold as he'd spent the last three hundred years bound to the forest, waiting for something he no longer believed in. It was once more that time of year. When children dawned costumes and vile teens and young adults trespassed in his forests to pull pranks and reck havoc. Lurking in the shadows, he watched and waited for his next victim. For the one who would cross the line and step into his territory.