


The house stood empty, dark and forboding, but it was the answer to all of Erica Walsh's problems--a sturdy roof, a place to raise her kids, a home of her own for the rest of her natural life.
But if the house was empty, who was watching Erica with dead, vacant eyes... calling her name in the night with foul and fetid breath... carressing and arousing her with rough, probing hands?
There was something wrong with the Walsh's house... something evil....alive... waiting....
But if the house was empty, who was watching Erica with dead, vacant eyes... calling her name in the night with foul and fetid breath... carressing and arousing her with rough, probing hands?
There was something wrong with the Walsh's house... something evil....alive... waiting....