I tell the old man about what kept me awake when I was a kid.
Until the Sun Goes Down - a terrifying and inventive novel by.
When monsters come tapping, it\'s impossible to dismiss the idea that the Maine woods hold secrets--deadly secrets.
Things are different in the middle of the night.
At least that\'s what I tell myself.
The old man is delusional.
It must be the heat. "They\'re in the cellar," he says.
He doesn\'t laugh when I mention vampires .
I tell the old man about what kept me awake when I was a kid