Barbara (badhabit) - , reviewed on 12/13/2006 + 57 more book reviews

Beyound the insistant whispers of fear... the house talked; Linda could hear it. The objects in it talked too-chairs,tables,couches, a big,squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner the bedroom. But the voice of the house was the loudest.Sometimes it said,leave him; sometimes it wailed,I wish he'd die. and sometimes the suggestion was more direct. Linda was afraid that, as her husband sugested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was truely involved with the dark and brutal forces beyound the limits of human sanity...

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