There's something terrible in the woods. Susanna Reynolds knows it's there . . . waiting. It watches the house, its measured breathing but a whisper among the thick copse of trees and tangled brush. She can feel its fiery eyes searing her skin whenever she ventures outside, and when she's inside, they pierce the walls, observing her every movement. But no one believes her. Even after what happened last autumn, no one believes her. No one believes her because everyone, including her husband, thinks Susanna Reynolds is insane.