The Watchers - Grand Format

You can't see them. But they can see you. The forest isn't charted on any map. Dark on the brightest day, knotted branches hide its ancient secrets from the sun. This is no place to linger. Especially after dark. Mina is taking the country roads to Connemara - an ever-narrowing maze across frost-pocked moor and bog. As the light fades on ä leafless December day, her car stutters and the engine dies.
Outside, from an unexpected treeline, a scream. No, worse - an otherworldly shriek. Mina knows better than to get out of the car. But of course she will.