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The Hobble, Knobble, Gobble Tree could also fit into the Children's recs...but I felt it was more suited here.

As settlers began filling the landscape, no home near the tree was ever raided by the Natives; they knew, through the tales of their elders, about the evil spirits that dwelled within the tree. Horses shied as ghostly shadows floated across the road toward the gnarled tree. Parents used the folklore as a disciplinary advantage; no child wanted to be eaten by the Hobble Knobble Gobble Tree. As time went by, the homesteaders had a tendency to forget and let down their guard; a child only disappeared every twenty-five years . . .more or less.

Meanwhile, the tree waited but now the time has come; once again, it hungered. Ten-year-old Abigail is about to find out if nightmares really can come true.