About This Book
She had never been there before—and yet she knew it.
The house loomed before her, green shuttered gabled, the shingles weathered by long forgotten storms, with multipaned windows and a huge wooden front porch.
"Promise you won't go in," her father had said, and Rachel had answered, "How can I if I don't have the key?"
She looked at the house and stood very still. She had promised she wouldn't go inside. She hadn't known then that she would follow a familiar, frightening path to it. She hadn't know then that she wouldn't need a key at all. She hadn't known then that she would find the front door standing open wide—as if, inside, someone was waiting.
The house loomed before her, green shuttered gabled, the shingles weathered by long forgotten storms, with multipaned windows and a huge wooden front porch.
"Promise you won't go in," her father had said, and Rachel had answered, "How can I if I don't have the key?"
She looked at the house and stood very still. She had promised she wouldn't go inside. She hadn't known then that she would follow a familiar, frightening path to it. She hadn't know then that she wouldn't need a key at all. She hadn't known then that she would find the front door standing open wide—as if, inside, someone was waiting.