Toyah Frantzen

After a dangerous trip to Africa, investigative journalist Alex Black, returns home to discover her friend has gone missing. Suspicious of coincidence and worried for her friend's safety, she sets out to find her, but what Alex discovers leads her deeper into the horrifying machinations of a Trans-humanist cult hell bent on destroying the world.

Our once beautiful homeland had become uninhabitable. Too dangerous to walk the streets, drive a car, visit friends. Many had already left Syria. Risking their lives on the open water. Giving all we had to the ruthless, opportunists who trade in the currency of human misery. We all spent what little money we had to reach anywhere, a safe place, a new life away from the bloodshed, the bombing, the murder. Europe was meant to offer us hope. Yet the borders closed one by one. We gave up everything, left all we had behind. Living on hand outs, with no shelter, no money and now no hope. I am here, trapped in Calais Jungle. I don’t know where my wife is. The police treat us like animals. They beat us and spray us with teargas everyday. We cannot move forward, we cannot go back. We have to get out of here. I look into the eyes on this camp and I can see it; The blank emptiness of desperation. In another life I was a teacher. Now I’m a refugee. My name is Adnan.

En apprenant le décès accidentel de son petit ami Ben, Charlotte, future maman, s'effondre. Elle se réveille dans la maison familiale de Ben, un vieux manoir en ruine au milieu de nulle part, avec la mère autoritaire de Ben et son demi-frère dominateur, déterminés à s'occuper d'elle. Accablée de chagrin et de plus en plus hantée par des visions probablement provoquées par la grossesse, Charlotte commence à douter des intentions de la famille et ses soupçons grandissent sur le fait qu'ils pourraient essayer de la contrôler, elle et son futur bébé.

On their way home from a party in eastern Europe, sisters Abi and Lily get lost. With no signal and an unreliable GPS, they try to navigate their way out using road signs. Along a narrow road, through a deep forest, their front tire suddenly blows out. With no spare or cell service, they are completely cut off. Soon they discover that this is no ordinary forest and there is a reason no cars come up here, for the locals know of what lives deep in the woods and if they’re woken, there is nowhere to run.