The shadows cast by the old furniture seemed especially long to her today; the room made a gloomy impression on Simone. She paused hesitantly in the doorway and looked around. The whitish light of the moon penetrated through the high windows, filling the bedroom with a deathly, pale glow. Simone shook her head and massaged her temples, then began to fumble with her hand for the switch. When something cold and prickly, like a paw with claws, grabbed her wrist, she screamed in horror. Simone tried to pull her hand away, but to no avail. She was held tightly. The girl had no doubt that she was dealing with an otherworldly force. By force from the kingdom of the dead...