Some years back I read an article in the Marblehead Reporter about a couple who bought an old house with the intention of renovating it. I knew the house. It was in Old Town and I'd driven or walked past it many times. As they were ripping out walls and beginning their work they discovered something they never would have imagined. I can't tell you what because, if you haven't read the story, it would give too much away. But I thought about that house for years and, eventually, I began writing about it. The end result is The Crazy Old Lady in the Attic. I published it as a novelette through KDP and, within weeks, it shot to the top of Amazon's Best Seller Lists in both Horror and Psychological Thriller. since then it has stayed in Amazon's Top Twenty for 25 weeks and has sold over 30,000 copies.
The story is a simple one - a young woman is orphaned as a child and goes to live with her rich grandmother in an elegant Boston brownstone. She is raised by a loving grandmother and her housekeeper and grows up believing all was well with her world. when her grandmother dies she inherits the house and she and her husband return there to clean it out. As the do so they begin making discoveries that lead to a final, chilling revelation. The household that she believed so loving and elegant concealed a secret, a horrible situation, that was going on right under her nose.
There is no blood and gore in The Crazy Old Lady, just lies and deceit. There are no monsters -- unless you count devious old women. It is horror because the greatest horror is the evil done by seemingly good, decent people.
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