Pet Sematary - Pocket
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Av Stephen King
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.
The house looked right, felt right to Dr Louis Creed.Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable.Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding.
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