![]() Maribeth froze, a heavy feeling settling in her stomach. She was almost past the cellar, close to the place where Steele House s dead, yellow lawn turned into her house s nice, green lawn, when she heard a small, frightened mew. But this was the fastest way to get home so she walked quickly, not even looking at the house. Babyish or not, she thought if she stepped under the shadow, the house might see her. Still, she crept along the very edges of the grass, careful not to put even one toe under the shadow the house cast onto the lawn. ![]() But she was almost nine now, and that was too old to be afraid of a dumb old house. Maribeth used to hold her breath whenever she had to walk past the vacant, overgrown yard. Maribeth stared at it, goose bumps crawling up her skin. ![]() Its broken windows were like deranged eyes, its sagging porch a weird, lopsided grin. 2 PROLOGUE Steele House cast a dark shadow over the grass. ![]()
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