The Bones Below

On that long night’s drive back from Los Angeles, as they pass Skull Hill, Victoria can’t resist glancing up at the house. Draped in darkness, it had a funereal look, more like a tomb waiting to receive a coffin than a place where the living resided. Victoria shuddered. How could she have lived there those many weeks without recognizing the evil her daughter so clearly saw? The demonic bones below have won. The house belongs to them now. They have moved in.