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 - Michael Picot - Goodreads
I actually read this in high school, but wanted to add it to my "Read" list now. Excellent book, horrible movie. Read full review
Review: Pet SemataryUser Review - Betty - Goodreads
I think I feared it because I might fall into that trap to be with my family member who died. Read full review