The house looks right, feels right to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old and comfortable. A place where the family can settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seem a world away from the fume-choked dangers of the city. It's only those big trucks on the road outside which growl out$ unnerving threats.
Behind the house there's a carefully cleared path up into the woods to a place where generations of local children have walked in procession with the solemn innocence of …
