Twenty-Two Hallowfield — Doris Shannon

No. 22 Hallowfield Place is the house at the end of the street. Now it is empty of life. Its windows are shuttered. The grass has grown long.

It had been different once.

This is the story of that house. A story that began one sunny April morning when a young girl entered the street. She walked to No. 22 and stood there looking up at the rose brick and the mansard roof. Her name was Nancy, and she did not know that she was setting into motion a chains of events that spelled unearthly horror…