You see them everywhere you look: planted in the ground, waving from utility poles, adorning shop windows, affixed to the bumpers of passing cars. American flags. Comforting, inspiring, familiar. Or are they? What if, instead of a beacon of freedom and a banner of democracy, the flag were something sinister, something occult, something redolent of terrors most of us can only guess at? In these two tales of New England folk horror, Orford Parish Books...