House By The Bridge — Melissa Napier

The House of Rising Terror

Dulcie had lived in the isolated Eldridge mansion as a child and it was years now since she'd been there. In spite of her forebodings about the house, she couldn't resist her Aunt Susan's desperate plea for help.

Dulcie had no way of knowing the terrible nightmare which awaited her -- a nightmare in the form of a house which was determined to shatter her confidence and hurl her from its darkened windows into the craggy abyss beneath the swaying, threatening bridge.


Night Room

She opened the door and looked in. The window was wide open. A breeze was blowing the curtains inward. That's odd, she thought. She went into the room to see if anything was amiss. She picked up the papers on the floor and put them back on the desk. Then she went to the window and looked out. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, she felt a light touch on her shoulder. Too terrified either to scream or to run, she turned around and felt a chill race down her spine. Then she held out her arms, begging, pleading…

Heroine: Dulcie Jarrett