The house looked right, felt right, to Dr Louis Creed.
Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago.
Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive threat.
But behind the house and far away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully cleared path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial.
A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding...
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Review: Pet SemataryUser Review - Nisse Rollbäck - Goodreads
Builds up a really disturbing and scary atmosphere, and sinks like a stone when it reaches its climax. The sidestory is actually more scary and interesting than the main one, since it deals with a ... Read full review
Review: Pet SemataryUser Review - Tim Doughty - Goodreads
I had high hopes for this book. But I'm a cat lover, and he treats the main character (the cat) as disposable - he turns him into something disgusting that the family just pushes away. I therefore could not work up any affection for the human characters. Read full review