She had never been there before - and yet she knew it.
The house loomed before her, green shuttered, gabled, the shingles weathered by long forgotten storms, with multipaned windows and a huge wooden front porch.
"Promise you won't go in," her father had said, and Rachel had answered, "How can I if I don't have the key?"
She looked at the house and stood very still. She had promised she wouldn't go inside. She hadn't known then that she would follow a familiar, frightening path to it. She hadn't known then that she wouldn't need a key at all. She hadn't known then that she would find the front door standing open wide - as if, inside, someone was waiting.
This Fawcett Crest paperback is in very nice condition with light spine creases.