Terror at Nelson Woods — Susan Richard

“Why did I have this urge to grasp Tim by the hand -- and run?”

Tim's stepmother, Claire, had welcomed me to Nelson Woods. Even though he had given her no advance notice that he would be bringing me home as his bride, she had insisted that we live in the mansion with her.

Still, I did not feel wanted. The servants looked at me hostilely. There was the girl next door who, I was sure, had expected to be Tim's wife someday. Then the “accidents” began to happen…