Woodstock, GA; Overlook Connection Press; 2002. 1st trade hardcover edition.
Introduction by Stephen King. Cover artwork by Neal McPheeters. The classic tale of terror is reissued this summer!
SOMEBODY'S KNOCKIN' . . .
David has a new friend and neighbor. Her name is Meg. David is twelve, Meg is fourteen. Meg holds that mystery of life for David. She's older and has that spark that boys his age begin to feel for older girls.
Aunt Ruth is a friend to the neighborhood kids. She treats them almost as equals, and not as kids like most adults do. She'll even let them slug back a beer from time to time.
The Game. The neighborhood kids knew all about it. It was forbidden for parents or any adults to know or participate in The Game. But then, Aunt Ruth was now one of the kids, wasn't she?
Suburbia in the 1950s. A nice quiet simpler time to grow up — unless you count the McCarthy trials and red-scares and the cold Cold War, unless you could see the dark side emerging. And on a quiet, tree lined dead-end street, in the dark damp basement of the Chandler house, it's emerging big-time for teenage Meg and her crippled little sister Susan — whose parents are dead now, who are now left captive to the savage whims and rages of a distant Aunt, who is rapidly descending into madness. It is a madness that infects all three of her sons — and finally, an entire neighborhood. Only one troubled boy stands hesitantly between Meg and Susan and their lingering, cruel, tortuous death. One boy with a very adult decision to make. Between love and compassion, and lust and evil.
This is the road to terror Jack Ketchum wants you to walk with him, the human darkness he wants you to peer into. Peer into the bedroom window at nighttime from the trees behind the house. Peer into the basement, lit only by a candle, where unspeakable things are happening. Where innocence is dying. Where pain lives. Where there are no limits to the darkest possible imagination.
And thus begins the descent into real terror that Jack Ketchum takes you. A novel so intense that you will never forget it.
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