So what if 12-year-old Jack's great-great-great aunt has oddly youthful looks Or a weird hat she never removes Or goes out into the forest in the middle of the night to play bingo Who cares about all that when her creepy old cottage doesn't even have Wi-Fi
Forced to visit his eccentric relative Jack is about to find out that fairy tales aren't the warm and fuzzy stories he thought they were. They are dark. They are twisted. They are a warning. And when you're the unwilling hero of your own fairy tale you might be the one who's taught a cruel lesson.