Blacktower — Miriam Lynch

In a frenzy of fear, Alicia stared at Blacktower rising into the night like a giant headstone over a grave--her own!

Most housed are meant to live in...
BLACKTOWER WAS MEANT TO DIE IN!

As soon as she entered Blacktower, Alicia Lawson was swept by a chill of fear. She was accompanying her aged grandfather to his boyhood home, but the crumbling old mansion seemed shrouded in a mist of menace.

Death was in the air at Blacktower!

Each day and night an invisible horror began to envelop her as she walked along its sinister corridors. But who at Blacktower was responsible for this mood of evil? Was it Charlotte, her mad great-aunt? Or Cieta, the exotically beautiful housekeeper? Or was it the strangely handsome young man in the topmost room of Blacktower--a man she had almost come to love--and fear--with equal passion?

Suddenly the killer struck out at her. And Alicia knew she was fighting more than fear at Blacktower--she was fighting for her life!