By Peter Straub
#1 New York Times bestselling writer Peter Straub’s vintage story of horror, secrets and techniques, and the damaging ghosts of the past...
What was once the worst factor you’ve ever done?
within the sleepy city of Milburn, ny, 4 previous males assemble to inform one another stories—some real, a few made-up, them all scary. an easy hobby to divert themselves from their quiet lives.
yet one tale is coming again to hang-out them and their small city. A story of anything they did in the past. A depraved mistake. A scary coincidence. and they're approximately to benefit that not anyone can bury the earlier forever...
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Ghost Story by Peter Straub