gain, there was the knock on the door. Three times, Knock, knock, knock. Rather than approaching the doorway, raising the curtains covering the glass in the upper portion of the door and peering out as she had on two previous nights, tonight she chose to wait. Remaining where she sat, would her lack of response incite the knocker to repeat his or her action'the first knocking had occurred three nights ago. With no clue as to who or why someone would appear at her door in the dark of night, she had very cautiously extinguished the single lamp and moved to lift the curtain, surveying the far side of the portal. No one had been there. Due to personal circumstances, Kat Summers needs a break from the stress of the city. Now would be an ideal time to visit her property on the backwaters of southern Louisiana. Two years ago, with the passing of her grandfather, she inherited an old farm house and several acres of land. Kat doesn't know that just up the road there is the remains of an abandoned plantation. Neither does she know what resides in the crumbling edifice that was once a mansion also has more than a passive interest in her little farm house. Only visits in the darkness of the moon will reveal that horrifying fact.