Eileen and her dog move into and purchase an old motel that just so happened to be built on the ground of a burned down sawmill. Frank (who may be the world’s worst reporter), still reeling from the loss of a dear friend, stays in the motel and dreams of fire and a sinister undercurrent involving the towns founding father.
This one was written well and paced nicely, but seemed liked it missed a few opportunities to be really creepy and just stuck to the mainstream plot line. There was really no growing sense of dread or unease and the puzzle of the “events” was solved too quickly and easily explained. This one from Lisa von Biela was better than ok, but I think that it could have been a lot more. 3 Stars.