The moment we moved in, I knew something was wrong.
We’ve finally found our dream home. It’s perfect for our little family: my hardworking husband Mike, my two-year-old daughter Poppy, and me. Three nice bedrooms. An Aga. A river view.
And, best of all, a garden for Poppy to play in.
But something is off.
A cracked stove. Scribbles on the wall. The lights flicking off every evening — always at the same time. Our daughter crying in the night, pointing at the corner of her room. “She has no face.”
Then I met Josie, the woman at No.3.
Pale. Polite. Smiling. Obsessed. She knows things she shouldn’t. Offers to babysit my daughter again and again. And when I told her no — she didn’t like that.
Now the gifts are arriving. Notes through the door. A bottle left in the kitchen with no explanation. And my daughter won’t stop screaming in her sleep.
Everyone thinks I’m imagining it. But I know what I saw. What I heard.
We finally found our dream home. But what if our worst nightmare lives next door . . . ?
Rebecca Collomosse is a journalist with more than 20 years’ experience. She has worked on both business and women’s magazines, writing true life stories for magazines including Bella, That’s Life, Real People and Take a Break. She is currently an editor of three magazines within
the shipping sector.
My thoughts: When I was little, my aunt and uncle lived in Twickenham, so I could picture the houses very clearly, it’s a lovely place to live, although they didn’t have a river view, like Clara and her family.
The house they move into seems like their ideal family home. Commutable to the city, local parks, a lovely nursery nearby, big garden, a good size for their family. Unfortunately it has a dark past and comes with slightly peculiar neighbours. There’s Mabel, who might be entering a cognitive decline and seems a bit vague, although kind and welcoming. Then there’s Josie, who’s a bit too intense.
Clara really doesn’t like Josie, she’s always watching them, seems obsessed with Poppy, Clara’s daughter, flirts too hard with Mike, Clara’s husband, and is always popping round uninvited.
Then someone posts newspaper cuttings about a tragic incident in the house, years ago. There’s strange noises in the attic, messages on Poppy’s whiteboard, and Poppy’s nightmares about a girl with no face aren’t easing at all. Is Josie somehow behind all of this?
As Clara starts to fear for her sanity, things are building to a head and can only get worse. Do they need to leave their dream home before it becomes their worst nightmare?
Gripping, shocking and intense, don’t read this if you live in a creaky house that bothers you, or do, if you don’t mind getting a bit paranoid!! Hope you like your neighbours!
*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in this blog tour, but all opinions remain my own.
ramblingmads 
Thank you so much for being a part of the tour x
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