![]() ![]() ![]() Her relationship with her brother, Mark, has always been poor, but when inheritance is on the line, things get worse. Louise has moved far away from her childhood home, from her eccentric parents and irritating brother, but when her parents die, she is forced back for the funeral and to sort through their things. This may be the truth but would not make as fun a horror novel. What I do not see is any demonic puppets like in Grady Hendrix’s latest, How to Sell a Haunted House, and the only reason it took a while to sell was the depressed housing market. When they left, instead of moving far, they built a cottage in the back garden and now every time I visit, I see my old house out front. I grew up in a house that was once a Victorian police station and then a Greengrocers. There are no spectres, but there are ghosts of memories, the people that lived and died there over the years. ![]()
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