The Verge

Something was happening in Shawn Boothe’s idyllic small town of Beddington, Maine. Something that gave every man, woman, and child in Beddington a reason to stay out of the woods. Something that turned the town into a deathtrap for the workers of the last timber company. Something that is living in the woods across the lake from the Beddington Inn.
Caution- adult themes, erotic content, some violence.

Excerpt:
The trees were — only trees.
Boothe returned to the inn and said nothing of his encounter across the lake. He ate his dinner silently on the porch and retreated to his room. Later that night he sat by the window in a comfortable tatty old arm chair and gazed across the moonlit lake. They were still just a little band of trees. That and nothing more. He leaned his head back and slept