A lone set of footprints cut a path from the deep woods to the farmhouse door. But in the vast, unbroken snow, there were no tracks leading away.
This was Hinterkaifeck, a remote farmstead in rural Bavaria, isolated under the heavy snow of late March. For weeks, a quiet dread had been building. House keys would vanish without a trace. Strange noises echoed from the attic. And on the final day,...
