On a moor dark with dripping moss, plants and tentacles intertwined in a deathlike embrace, emitting a stench of graves long decayed, stood the old house.

Bubbles floated slowly up from deep within the murky swamp water. Layers of bogs and quicksand were traps for any living creatures who dared venture too close.

And it was to this forbidding house, one long year ago, to the very day, that Philip Hawkshire had brought his bride, his love, his life, his LORELEI...