Eight-year-old Amy called it the spider house, because it made her feel creepy. Until her father admonished her for being so silly. Its proper name was Nazarill, and it was nothing to be scared of, just a ruined mansion overlooking the town. But when Amy’s father holds her up to an empty window so she can look inside, what she sees hardly puts her fears to rest — a wizened corpse, stretching out its rotting arms in a foul embrace. That night she has a vivid nightmare in which her father tells her, ‘Your mother’s dead, and you’re mad, and you’re staying here in Nazarill.’ Seven years later, her nightmare visions forgotten, Amy is indeed living there. Expensively renovated, Nazarill has now been turned into apartments, and the once dank ruin is now the most desirable property in town. But beneath the gleaming paint and fresh plaster, the echoes of Nazarill’s evil past remain. And as Amy begins to uncover its history of torment, she is about to find out just how jealously Nazarill guards its awful secrets.