A perennial classic from Stephen King
- timeless & topical The house looked right felt right to Dr Louis Creed Rambling old unsmart & comfortable A place where the family could settle; the children grow & play & explore The rolling hills & meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway grinding up through the gears hammering down the long gradients growled out an intrusive threat But behind the house & far away from the road that was safe Just a carefully cleared path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young taking with them their dear departed pets for burial A sad place maybe but safe Surely a safe place Not a place to seep into your dreams to wake you sweating with fear & foreboding