Muted Lunacy

“Some houses hide you from the terrors of the night. Some houses invite them in.”

First he took possession of the house…then the house took possession of him. For Austin Fletcher, any place was paradise after Vietnam. Even the ancient house in the frozen Maine wilderness left to him by his slain buddy, Maynard Whittier. Even with the loneliness and the cold. But this was a different kind of cold. It was worse than the cold of winter. It was even worse than the cold of death. It was the soul-chilling cold of an evil unimaginable, awakening after centuries to welcome him and make it’s terrible claim.

Herman Raucher - Berkley Books - 1980