A new husband and a new home, what more could a newlywed want? Unfortunately, home is an isolated neglected farm house near an encroaching woods. And each day Rachel's husband grows quieter and more introspective. Worse, she cannot ignore the menacing woods she sees from the porch windows. They are the hiding place for abandoned children. But are they truly children and, if not, what are they?
"Couldn't get through it"
Harry Briggs led a fairly normal life. He had a good job, a nice house, and a beautiful wife named Barbara, with whom he was very much in love. Then he died. That's when Harry's story really began and he found himself in a strange little town called Silver Lake. In Silver Lake, nothing is normal. In Silver Lake Harry has become a detective, tough and silent, hot on the trail of a missing woman and a violent madman. But the town itself is an enigma.
Abner Cray, a photographer, comes to New York City to work on a new coffee table book about Manhattan. An old acquaintance has offered to let him use his apartment while in the city, and though the two never really got along, Abner accepts. In the apartment he finds that a woman named Phyllis Pellaprat is already in residence, and over a short period of time, Abner falls in love.
"haunting cozy, great narration"
When Sam Feary meets his old high school buddy Abner in Manhattan, he knows something is wrong. But he doesn't know how wrong. Abner has stepped over the boundary, into the world of unseen spirits - a world that has suddenly become a terrifying reality. It will take Abner's life unless Sam can rescue him.... But now it wasnt Sam's life as well!
This book, the first ever by prolific author T. M. Wright, is an extensive, probing survey of the state of UFO experiences circa the late 1960s. It is a thoughtful, well-written book with a lot of examples. Its contents include the 12 questions most often asked about flying saucers, classic cases (20 cases typical of the UFO phenomena), explanations, flap periods, contactees, and a summary.
Jack Erthmun does not believe that the dead actually speak to him. But in their own way they tell him so much. Jack is a New York City police detective with his own very peculiar ways of solving homicides, and those ways are beginning to frighten his colleagues. He gets results, but at what cost? What's happening to Jack Erthmun? This may be Jack's last case - he's assigned to a series of unspeakable killings, gruesome murders with details that make even seasoned detectives queasy.
"NO NO NO, this book is crap"
It's a nice house on a country road. Jack and Erika Harris expect to be happy there. It doesn't matter that they're living in a deserted suburb where, years ago, murders and mutilations destroyed the residents. It doesn't matter...until those that caused the deaths come back - those that sprang from the earth. Those that need. Those that are not human. The Harris's nice house stands between them and what they must have. Nothing has ever mattered more.
The entity is ancient. It has taken form before, in other places, other guises. This time the place is Buffalo. The form is that of a magnificent woman...created from the dreams of a child. The eternal hunger is immense. The entity must feed. And it's prey is human. Psychic detective Ryerson Biertgarten is appalled at the savagery of the first killings. Far worse lies ahead, for the detective as well as the city. He is falling in love with a wonderful woman - but Joan will die - unless he can stop...The Devouring...
"Different bur Good!"
The first victim lived just long enough to describe his attack. First came a deep growling, then a sudden thrust for his throat. He died... convinced he'd been attacked by a werewolf. The grisly murders of Rochester's huge film manufacturing complex puzzled Chief of Detectives Tom McCabe. A werewolf prowling the corridors of the huge facility... attacking middle-management-level employees? Preposterous. But just to be on the safe side, he'd called in Ryerson H. Biergarten, the well-known parapsychologist.
It is said that if ghosts were real, they'd be everywhere - at shopping malls, parking lots, in the parlor, the bathroom, on the sidewalks and boulevards. (After all, how many people have lived and died throughout human history?) But maybe, just maybe, they are everywhere - on your lap at this very moment, in the walk-in closet, in the grand oak tree just outside your window, in the shower, the cellar - mumbling, grinning, stumbling about, screaming - but only a chosen few of the living have been blessed with the awful gift of being able to see them, hear them, interact with them, tormented by them.