...a vague feeling of uneasiness...a child’s macabre drawings...dull thuds on the back stairs...a glimpse of faces under the whitewash on the attic wall...

There were no screams in the night, no objects flying through the air, no murderous, disembodied voices—but Gad’s Hall was haunted just the same.

For the Spender family, the ancient, beautifully kept house had seemed a godsend, an incredible bargain, almost a gift from its owner—a kindly man who merely wanted someone to protect the family homestead, to make Gad’s come alive again.

And it did. But a door had been opened into the past. And soon a strong-willed, sensible woman would be overtaken by irrational feelings she could not control. All because of the unspeakable secret kept by the women who had lived at Gad’s Hall more than a century ago...