And The Stockings Were Hung

<p><em>'</em>'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the lodge... something was lurking hungry for blood.</p><p> </p><p>A snowstorm strands six college friends in a remote mountain lodge just in time for the holidays. With no cell signal no escape and one another for company they plan to drink reminisce and forget the darkness of the past.</p><p> </p><p>But the past hasn't forgotten them.</p><p> </p><p>When stockings suddenly appear on the mantel the festive mood turns to terror. Someone knows what they did during their freshman year. Someone who hasn't forgotten. <em>Or Forgiven.</em></p><p> </p><p>As the snow piles high and the bodies drop secrets unravel like tinsel from a shattered tree. And the stockings... are far from empty.</p>