The Dark Sonata — Beatrice Murray

Into The Abyss

Chris Hunter was positive she had never been in this old Long Island mansion before, yet why did it seem so strangely familiar? She was sure the day was Sunday, but why did the newspapers all read Monday? She was certain that the handsome young man who was trying to reassure her was was her only hope of love and safety; why then...did his voice, his smile, his touch, fill her with such icy, deathlike fear?

For the lovely, lonely, bewildered girl, either the world was going totally terrifyingly mad-or else she was...