She was a fugitive lost in a storm. That was when she saw the sign: motel
- vacancy. The sign was unlit the motel dark. She switched off the engine & sat thinking alone & frightened. She had nobody. The stolen money wouldnt help her & Sam couldnt either because she had taken the wrong turning; she was on a strange road. There was nothing she could do now
- she had made her grave & shed have to lie in it. She froze. Where had that come from? Grave. It was bed not grave. She shivered in the cold car surrounded by shadows. Then without a sound a dark shape emerged from the blackness & the car door opened. Psycho is not a tale for queasy stomachs or faint hearts. It is filled with horrifying suspense & the climax instead of being a relief will hit the reader with bone-shattering force.