About This Book
TERROR
When lovely, penniless Sophie Sedgewick came to Rochemer Hall, she did not expect an easy life as governess to two children. Nor did she think she would be less than lonely in the dark, windy isolation of the north-country estate. But she was not prepared for the icy terror that struck that first night in the ancient manor. Or for the rumors about Master Edmund's demented, long-dead wife.
When Sophie knew she must leave Rochemer Hall to save herself, it was, suddenly, too late. The iron gates of the mansion were closing like the doors of a huge trap. And death was in the air...
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
"Pray, let me go, I desire nothing more…" I implore, then awoke, terrified, in the darkness.
Close by, something was moving with a persistent rustling. I listened, unable to move, with hardly the courage to draw breath, while the sound continued.
It was long before I apprehended that the rustling came from the window. As the face appeared, I began to scream…
When lovely, penniless Sophie Sedgewick came to Rochemer Hall, she did not expect an easy life as governess to two children. Nor did she think she would be less than lonely in the dark, windy isolation of the north-country estate. But she was not prepared for the icy terror that struck that first night in the ancient manor. Or for the rumors about Master Edmund's demented, long-dead wife.
When Sophie knew she must leave Rochemer Hall to save herself, it was, suddenly, too late. The iron gates of the mansion were closing like the doors of a huge trap. And death was in the air...
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
"Pray, let me go, I desire nothing more…" I implore, then awoke, terrified, in the darkness.
Close by, something was moving with a persistent rustling. I listened, unable to move, with hardly the courage to draw breath, while the sound continued.
It was long before I apprehended that the rustling came from the window. As the face appeared, I began to scream…