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Welcome to the Pendleton. Built as a tycoon’s dream home in the 1880s and converted to luxury condominiums not quite a century later, the Gilded Age palace at the summit of Shadow Hill is a sanctuary for its fortunate residents. Scant traces remain of the episodes of madness, suicide, mass murder—and whispers of things far worse—that have scarred its grandeur almost from the beginning.
But now inexplicable shadows caper across walls, security cameras relay impossible images, phantom voices mutter in strange tongues, not-quite-human figures lurk in the basement, elevators plunge into unknown depths. With each passing hour a terrifying certainty grows: Whatever drove the Pendleton’s past occupants to their unspeakable fates is at work again. And as nightmare visions become real, as a deadly tide begins to engulf them, the people at 77 Shadow Street will find the key to humanity’s future . . . if they can survive to use it.
Includes the bonus novella The Moonlit Mind and an excerpt from Dean Koontz's The City.
An old building, constructed on Native American hallowed ground and with a history of violence, becomes prey to the supernatural in this disappointing horror novel from bestseller Koontz (What the Night Knows). The Pendleton, a Gilded Age mansion in an unnamed "heartland city," has been transformed into an upscale apartment building. After almost four decades of tranquility, one night in 2011 sees the property's terrifying past return as several tenants encounter bizarre phenomena. An elevator bearing a corrupt former U.S. senator descends 30 floors below the surface to levels that do not exist. A soldier turned money manager has his nocturnal laps around the pool interrupted by an attack from a menacing creature. A maid sees Satan in the pantry of an apartment she works in. The aggregation of disturbing incidents sets the proper mood, but the tension peters out by the halfway point. Underdeveloped characters don't help. Readers seeking well-done haunted building horrors would be better served by Michael Koryta's So Cold the River.