The house next door to the Kennedys appears to be haunted by an all-pervasive evil, and the couple watches as a succession of owners becomes engulfed by the sinister force, until the Kennedys set out to destroy the house themselves.

The house next door to the Kennedys' is haunted by an all-pervasive evil, and the couple watches in horror as a succession of owners is engulfed by the same sinister force--until the Kennedys attempt to destroy the house themselves.

A new year means new frights for party guests at the Peterson home… It’s New Year’s Eve, and for the three Peterson sisters, that means their family’s huge bash. Their house is the perfect place for a party—if you don’t mind the drive. That’s because the Petersons live way out at the edge of town, where there are no other houses for miles…except for the old one next door that’s been abandoned for as long as anyone can remember. The Peterson girls have seen strange things going on at that house over years, but they’ve always been able to dismiss them. Until now. This New Year’s Eve, the mysteries hidden in the house want to be discovered. And they won’t be ignored any longer… This haunting tale is rated a Level 4 on the Creep-o-Meter.

The House Next Door tells the story of a dysfunctional family seprated by more than thirty years, dealing with a dark secret that threatens national security. Scott Keen, a reporter, details the action in this love lost, love found again thriller. This is the first of the Scott Keen trilogy.

I, Julia Bradford, write this story to you the readers to tell you of the happenings of my life when my first big mystery was upon me. I was in my early twenties, a widow with a son. At least I thought I was a widow. It seemed that I was all alone in the world after my husband’s death was announced. I was eighteen then and about to have a baby. I had my son three months after the wreck that took my husband away. Later on he came back; it was about three years after the wreck occurred. I was at the wedding of a friend. Several months after my friend’s marriage, I discovered that it had happened again—I was going to have a baby. I had a girl—Cynthia Darlene. Both my children have grown up. Jeff is a surgeon like his late father. Cindy was murdered one evening at her home; she left in the world a baby and her husband. I shall tell you a small portion about my daughter’s death. It was a dark, stormy night; she was sitting on the lounge in the sitting room. She heard a noise and went into the kitchen to investigate, where she was murdered in cold blood. When she saw the thief, she screamed and the baby started crying. A neighbor heard the baby and came over to the house to find the back door open and Cindy lying on the floor dead. She called Cindy’s husband and he came home from work. I will tell you more about her death later on in the future. Right now I shall indulge to tell you about the past—my past as I solved this and many other mysteries in my hometown.

Judith Hassan's book discusses the kinds of demands placed on those who work with war survivors and opens up issues for others in the field of war trauma to answer in their own particular and appropriate way. A House Next Door to Trauma points to a different way of becoming a neighbour to all those who suffer extreme war experiences.

Moving into a new development on the Florida waterfront, Lisa Canfield is stunned to discover that her first husband and his new family are moving in next door, and soon past mistakes, old rivalries, and vicious accusations run rampant, forcing them all to find a way to get along. Reprint.