From the first moment pretty young Molly Flute saw the house, she knew she must have it. Strangly she felt as if she had lived in this place before, past the boundaries of memory. Now she was drawn to it by a compulsion beyond all sense and reason. Only after she moved n did Molly begin to sense the evil of her enchantment. Many people and things were part of the quicksand of terror sucking Molly down as she realized she was not mistress of this house, but its prisoner.
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