Ok so here's chapter one. I hope you all like it! All rights belong to (c) Susan Hill.

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Three months ago, his grandmother died, and then they had moved to this house.
'I will not live there again, until it belongs to me,' his father had said. Though the old man lay upstairs, after a segundo stroke, and lingered, giving no trouble.
The boy was taken up to see him.
'You must not be afraid,' his father said, nervously, 'he is a very old man, now, very ill.'
'I am never afraid.' And that was no mais than the truth, though his father would not have believed...

Hey! Here's chapter 2! Enjoy!

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'Some people are coming today,' said Joseph Hooper, 'now you will have a companion.'
For he had been much impressed por the graceful letters of Mrs Helena Kingshaw, por their honesty and lightness of tone, and por her voice over the telephone, later. She was widowed, she was thirty seven, and she was to become what he had termed and informal housekeeper. There would be Mrs Boland for the cleaning and some cooking.
'Perhaps you might agree to come for the summer, just at first,' he had written, 'to see how you and your boy...