When I was a stick thin child hiding under a slippery eiderdown something in the Awful Attic would come down the Scary Stairs at night and stand outside my bedroom door. It started in nineteen forty-seven. I know it was then because Pa had not long come home from the war. I would lie in the bed that he made and listen as the floorboards creaked. That's why my heart is weak now. All that terror. And now, since my recent incarceration here, the haunting, if you want to call it that, has started again after all this time.
ThriftBooks sells millions of used books at the lowest everyday prices. We personally assess every book's quality and offer rare, out-of-print treasures. We deliver the joy of reading in recyclable packaging with free standard shipping on US orders over $20. ThriftBooks.com. Read more. Spend less.