Every child in town wanted one of Henry Stauf's handcrafted toys-so intricate, detailed, almost magically lifelike. After a terrible illness claimed the life of each child who cherished one of the toys, Stauf retired to the seclusion of his mansion on the hill-perhaps unspeakably saddened by the puzzling deaths. Perhaps not. Years pass, and the Stauf mansion, slowly deteriorating, stands as a macabre reminder of the horror that swept through the town...