'IF YOU LIKE MY STUFF, YOU'LL LIKE THIS' STEPHEN KING

'WONDERFULLY CREEPY - LIKE A COLD BLADE ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK' LEE CHILD

It was only meant to be a game . . .

None of us ever agreed on the exact beginning.

Was it when we started drawing the chalk figures, or when they started to appear on their own?

Was it the terrible accident?

Or when they found the first body?