Getting your truck bogged deep in the remote waterways of the Cape is terrifying enough, but saltwater crocodiles aren't the only apex predators ruling the muddy banks. When a solo driver attempts to winch his three-ton rig out of a pitch-black creek crossing, something massive and ancient in the depths violently yanks the heavy steel cable straight down. As pale yellow eyes break the surface and a primordial roar shakes the chassis, he quickly realises that some Australian waters are guarded by things that do not want us there.

Deep in the unmapped granite valleys of New England, a seasoned bushwalker makes camp in a place that feels far too quiet. As the daylight dies, the natural sounds of the scrub are replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence and the impossible, rhythmic click of his own camping gear echoing from the dark crevices. Pinned down by the weight of an unseen, ancient presence, he is about to learn that the oldest parts of the outback don't just watch you — they learn how to mimic you