A horror house straight out of the movies, with mix-matched architectural eras folding in on themselves, floorboards that creak, a foyer with a grand arched dome, and a creepy basement that is the silent family rule to avoid at all cost. But what happens when the younger of two sister, three years of age separating the two, begins hiding away in the basement, playing with a ratty doll whose startling green eyes unleash a thriller that is a master of it's on genre of repressed hate.
When things start happening around the house, terrifying things that should not be acknowledged, that should not be spoken of escalate to the point of no return Kasey's older sister, high school misfit photographer has no choice but to step in. Because what does one do when there sister is possessed and hell bent on kill a dozen or so people. Why, you in list the help of a cheerleader of course. In Alexis's case this option is not an option, not if she can help it.
Alexis, a Junior independent misfit with bright short pink hair and a secret longing to be a part of the 'in' crowd is determined to get to the button of her sisters random mood swings, while also juggling her wild attraction to the Preppy class president. But when everything starts to fall in place and when the idea that maybe, just maybe perhaps her little sister is possessed and did in fact break another girl's arm as archenemies Pepper and cut the break lines to her mother's car than, only than does she resolve to groveling to Megan for help. Because after Alexis's remark made in front of the entire student body, Megan is going to be as easy as getting KGB agent to commit treason.
The story was neither original, nor was is anything extremely spectacular. Did I tingle at places, rush through pages, bite my nails? Yeah, sure. But if your going to write a story like this it needs to bite, and it needs to bite for blood. I found that the story, was drug out a little, and maybe even slightly petty when it came to Alexis's high school life. I didn't like how the story had multiple writing styles, one lyrical, the other adolescence; in a sense. In my own opinion I would have liked to see the writing a little more mature. I felt like the author did not use the possession advantage to her advantage. By the end of the novel, I reeling, asking myself 'Is that it?' I wanted more detail on the possession, but then again I rationalized it was first person point-of-view Alexis was the possessed.
I liked the plot, even used as it was, the author made it her own which earned her the half star, it held my attention and at places made me sweat. Altogether, it was a good fast ride, one I probably wouldn't read again but one that was just enough of a good thing to make it enjoyable.