'The house on Cherry Street stood high on a hill, hidden by tall, whispery trees, surrounded by shadows. It was a rambling old place, a decaying mansion - and it was watching us. Something was there in the house, waiting. Something no longer alive . . .'
Jason, his little sister Sally, and their parents are spending the summer in a vacation house by the lake - the house on Cherry Street. A house where a young boy died mysteriously many years earlier. A house where no children are safe.
Screams in the night, windows that slam shut like guillotines, floors that shake beneath their feet. The house wants Jason and his sister out. Or worse.
Welcome to Cherry Street. Where the dead don't sleep.