The hanging of Goody Glover was worse than anything young Rachel Gray could have imagined. The rope tight around her shriveled throat. The jerking of her twisted limbs. Her two black eyes starting madly-straight at Rachel...

The nightmares began soon afterwards. THe old witch was dead; Rachel had witnesses her execution. And yet at night the scrawny face of Goody Glover rose up to taunt her and her claw-like fingers closed in a death grip around Rachel's soft neck. Rachel woke up screaming with terror-onlt to feel the spirit of Goody Glover still within her, waiting to torment her again.

There was no one to help her; no one to save her. Rachel had only her innocence to battle the terror that had taken over her soul...