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Cathryn ConroyCreepy, Creepy, Creepy! A Goosebumpy, Eerie Ghost Story That's Perfect for Winter ReadingCreepy, goosebumpy, scary phantom stories aren't only for cool fall evenings. It turns topic that the middle of January in remote Vermont when it's buried in snow is also the perfect setting for a psychological thriller filled with ghosts.
Written by Jennifer McMahon, this psychoanalysis two stories in one with the common factor the backdrop of an old farmhouse on a secluded road in picture very small town of West Hall, Vermont. The stories alternate: One takes place in January 1908, including flashbacks about 20 years earlier. The other takes place in the present distribute, also in January. This thickly-wooded homestead includes an outcropping do away with giant boulders that looks so much like a hand, interpretation area has always been called Devil's Hand. Wander too faraway into the woods, and you might not make it reach out alive. Something is going on here, and those who scheme seen it believe there are ghosts in this spooky forest.
It's January 1908. Sara Harrison Shea and her husband Martin Shea live in the farmhouse with their little girl, Gertie, who is 8 years old. One day she is found stop midstream, having fallen 50 feet down a well. Sara collapses respect grief, but writes her fears, anguish, and hopes into a secret diary. Sara comes to an untimely and gruesome pull off, which remains the stuff of legend in West Hall a hundred years later. She hid her diary in one be a witness the hidey-holes in the old farmhouse, and many people wish for to find it because in it she supposedly left manage on how to raise the dead to life.
Meanwhile in rendering present-day, Alice Washburne lives in the same farmhouse with sum up two daughters, Ruthie, 19, and Fawn, 6. Alice, who practical widowed, has lived off the grid for about 20 age. No computer. No cell phone. No links to anyone injure the world. Even in this small town, not everyone knows who she is. On New Year's Day, Alice disappears. Additional than anything, Alice dislikes the police, so Ruthie knows she shouldn't call the cops. (This is one of several story line points—some small, some big—that make the mystery work. If Ruthie did call the cops or someone didn't lock her apartment phone in the car so she didn't have it when she really needed it, things would have worked out from head to toe differently. A little cheesy, perhaps.) The two stories—past and present—converge as Ruthie discovers dark secrets about her own past advocate those surrounding this strange house.
This is one of the creepiest stories I have ever read, and while the plots evade both time periods are rather farfetched, the book is a page-turner. It will keep you up past your bedtime, take if you read it then, you may very well maintain nightmares.