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 - Scott Laight - Goodreads
This was my second reading of the book and I still think its one of King's most creepy and memorable novels. even though you know what's coming and you know how ridiculous the situation is it still ... Read full review
Review: Pet SemataryUser Review - Dave - Goodreads
Damn good read, if you like digging around in a graveyard! Read full review