Terror can have such simple beginnings - a child’s letter to Father Christmas… a lovely girl glimpsed in a London street… a spin down the Brighton Road… a night spent in an empty mansion for a bet.
And the consequences can be so fearsome, as the unsleeping dead walk again, as strange emotions stir inanimate things to murderous life, as horrors beyond our imagining cross the threshold into everyday life; can anyone be sure that all is as it seems?
After you have read this book, can you?
