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House (Movie Edition)
     

House (Movie Edition)

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by Ted Dekker, Frank Peretti
 

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A mind-bending supernatural thriller from the creators of This Present Darkness and Sinner.

Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti—two of the most acclaimed writers of supernatural thrillers—have joined forces for the first time with this non-stop thrill ride. Enter House—where you'll find yourself thrown into a killer's deadly game in

Overview

A mind-bending supernatural thriller from the creators of This Present Darkness and Sinner.

Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti—two of the most acclaimed writers of supernatural thrillers—have joined forces for the first time with this non-stop thrill ride. Enter House—where you'll find yourself thrown into a killer's deadly game in which the only way to win is to lose . . . and the only way out is in.

One game. Seven players. Three rules. Game ends at dawn.

Editorial Reviews

One game; seven players; three rules. Monster author Frank Peretti and Circle trilogy author Tom Dekker combine to construct a suspense novel that snaps as tightly as a deadly steel trap. What happens when the unthinkable becomes real.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781595547255
Publisher:
Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:
10/28/2008
Pages:
384
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.90(h) x 1.00(d)

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Prologue

He stood motionless in the entryway, staring at his own shadow splayed before him like a stain upon the floor. He studied the patina of dust, sampled the stench of mold and rat urine, listened to a beam settling one more fraction of an inch toward the center of the earth.

This room bore so little evidence of the events that had led to the dawn. From this vantage point, it was just one more abandoned house. Interesting.

But the rest of the house told the truth.

Beneath his boots, the floorboards lay shoulder to shoulder like the buried dead, cupped with creeping moisture, edges buckling, obscured by gray dust and fallen flakes of white paint.

Across the foyer, at the base of a wall, the rose-printed wallpaper fluttered. Behind one of the roses, something scratched, pushed, gnawed, and clawed until a black, whiskered nose burst through. With a wad of shredded wallpaper in its jaws, the rat wriggled through the hole, then rested on its haunches and met his eyes. Neither found the other's presence alarming. The rat skittered along the baseboard and disappeared around a corner.

At the far end of the room, half a tattered curtain rustled and stirred before a broken window. A pitiful attempt at escape. Apart from the broken window, there was no sign that anyone had been here in years.

But when some curious passerby--or the police, should they be so fortunate as to stumble upon this place--wandered farther in, they'd find signs to the contrary in abundance. And those signs would lead them to the mysteries below.

Death lingered in the musty air, even up here. The walls were like shrouds,enfolding every space in exquisite darkness. It had been a perfect arena for a perfect game.

And already Barsidious White was looking forward to the next.



Chapter 1

5:17 PM

"JACK, YOU'RE GONNA KILL US!"

His mind jerked out of a daydream and back to the lonely Alabama highway in front of the blue Mustang. The speedometer topped eighty. He cleared his mind and relaxed his right foot. "Sorry."

Stephanie went back to her singing, her voice clear if melancholy, her inflection classic country. "My heart holds all secrets; my heart tells no lies . . ."

That one again. She wrote it, so he never criticized it, but those awful lyrics, especially today--

"Jack!"

The speedometer was inching toward eighty again. "Sorry." He forced his foot to relax.

"What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter--" Easy now, Jack. No fuel on the fire. "A little tense, okay?"

She smiled at him. "You should try singing."

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Yeah, that's your answer for everything, isn't it?"

"Excuse me?"

He sighed. He had to quit taking her bait. "Sorry." Always apologizing. He looked her way and forced a smile, hoping she would believe it.

She smiled back in a way that said she didn't.

She was beautiful, enough to capture the next man just as she'd captured him--blond, youthful, a real credit to those jeans--everything the guys in the lounges and bars could want in a country singer. No doubt those blue eyes could still sparkle, but not for him anymore. Right now they were hiding behind fashion-statement sunglasses, and she was craning to see out the back. "I think there's a cop behind us."

He checked the rearview mirror. The highway, which had narrowed to two lanes, curved lazily through late-spring forest and farmland, rose and fell over dips and rises, hiding and revealing, hiding and revealing a single car. It was gaining on them, near enough now for Jack to recognize the light bar atop the roof. He checked his speed. Sixty-five. That should be legal.

The police car kept coming.

"Better slow down."

"I'm doing the speed limit."

"You sure?"

"I can read the signs, Steph."

A few seconds more and the cruiser filled Jack's mirror as if he were towing it. He could see the cop's iron-jawed countenance behind the wheel, reflective black sunglasses obscuring the eyes.

Highway patrol.

Jack double-checked the speedometer, then slowed to sixty, hoping the cop wouldn't rear-end them.

The sedan inched closer.

He was going to rear-end them!

Jack smashed the gas pedal to the floor, and the Mustang shot ahead.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie cried.

"He was gonna hit us!"

The car fell back ten yards. Its red and blue lights flashed to life.

"Oh, great," she muttered, turning and flopping back against her seat. He could hear the blame in her voice. Always the blame. But you're the one who walked away, Steph.

The cruiser veered into the oncoming lane and pulled up beside them. The uniformed officer turned his face to Jack. Met his eyes. Or so Jack imagined. Black glasses. No expression. Jack forced his eyes back to the road.

The two cars were side by side, locked in formation at sixty miles an hour.

"What are you doing, Jack? Pull over."

He would if he could. Jack strained to see an opportunity. The forest, a thick tangle of maple, oak, and birch draped with kudzu, encroached like an advancing wall. "I can't. There's no shoulder. I can't just . . ."

He slowed. There had to be a turnout somewhere. Forty miles per hour. Thirty. The cruiser matched his speed.

Jack saw a break in the foliage, a sliver of a shoulder, just enough room. He began to veer off.

The cruiser surged and left them behind, lights blazing in silence. Fifteen seconds later it was a dot on the road between the towering trees, and then it was gone.

"What was that about?" Jack asked, checking his mirrors, rubbernecking, and easing back onto the highway. He wiped a sweaty palm on his jeans.

"You were speeding." She fixed her gaze on the highway, fumbled with a map, avoided his eyes.

"He didn't pull us over. Why was he so close? You see how close he was?"

"That's Alabama, Jack. You don't do things their way, they let you know."

"Yeah, but you don't ram someone in the tail for speeding."

She slapped her lap, a release of frustration. "Jack, will you please just get us there, legally, in one piece? Please?"

He chose silence over a comeback and concentrated on the road. Save it for the counseling session, Jack. He wondered what she'd been saving up, what new claims she'd unload tonight.

She shook out her shoulders, put on a smile, and started humming.

You really think it will work, don't you Jack? You really think you can save something you just don't have anymore?

If smiling and singing could bring back those days, he would laugh like a fool and even sing Stephanie's lyrics, but he was fresh out of illusions. All he had were the memories that stole his mind away even as his eyes remained on the road: her arms about his shoulders and the excitement in her eyes; the inner dawn he felt whenever she entered the room; the secrets they shared with a glance, a smile, a wink; all the things he thought life and love should be--

The accident changed everything.

He imagined himself sitting in the counselor's office, being honest about his feelings. I'm feeling . . . like I've been had all my life.Life is pointless. If there is a God, he's the devil, and . . . What wast hat? Oh, you mean Stephanie? No, I've lost her too. She's gone. I mean, she's here, but she's checked out . . .

He couldn't put away the idea that this whole trip was only a formality, another nail in the coffin of their marriage. Steph would sing her way to Montgomery and back and still get the divorce she wanted, go on her merry way.

"Jack, you're lost."

I sure am.

"Jack."

With a start, he returned his attention to driving. The Mustang purred along at sixty-five, gobbling up the highway. The forest was breaking up now, giving way to crude homesteads and stump-filled pastureland.

She was scanning the map, studying all those little red and black lines. Did she say he was lost? Right. She was holding the map, but he was lost.

He caught the sarcasm before it escaped. Hurtful words came so easily these days. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see that highway marker? It said 5."

He glanced at the mirror, then twisted to see the back of the receding sign. "5?"

She studied the map, tracing a route with her finger. "We're supposed to be on Highway 82."

He leaned and tried to read the map. The car swerved. He shot his eyes forward again, corrected the wheel.

"We're going to be late," she said.

Not necessarily. "You see Highway 5 on there? Where does it lead?"

She dragged her finger over the map and stopped about three inches out of Montgomery. "Not to Montgomery, unless you have a week to sightsee. How could you possibly have gotten off 82?"

Dare he defend himself ? "I was a little distracted by a cop eating up my bumper."

She pulled her cell phone out of a cup holder and checked the display clock. "There's no way we'll make it."

Was that hope in her voice? He checked his watch. If they turned around now, maybe--

"I canceled a gig to go to this appointment with you." Stephanie hunched in the seat, arms folded.

There it is again. My fault. She started humming. There it is again.

Red and blue lights flashed up ahead.

"Oh, great," Stephanie said. "We really don't need this."

Jack slowed as they approached the patrol car parked just beyond a turnoff. Orange cones and a sign blocked the road ahead."Repaving Operation. Highway Closed to Through Traffic," Jack read. "Well, we have to turn around anyway." Jack pulled onto the gravel shoulder but had a second thought. "Let's ask. Maybe there's a faster way."

Jack eased the blue Mustang forward, up to the turnoff, and stopped a few feet behind the patrol car. The cruiser's door swung open and an officer--the officer--stepped out, aviator sunglasses still hiding his eyes.

Meet the Author

Frank E. Peretti es el destacado autor de Esta patente oscuridad, publicado por Editorial Vida. El y su esposa Bárbara residen en la costa pacifica del noroeste de los Estados Unidos.

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House 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 188 reviews.
Dawn Woodring More than 1 year ago
The book has a good interesting start but is very repetative. The book just went in circles and was very annoying
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A friend of mine suggested this, saying that she had read it about three times and still loved it. Once she said that, I knew it had to be that good! I was a little nervous at first because I had never read a horror novel before, so I didn't know what to expect. But once I got started, I couldn't stop. Ted Dekker writes House from four different peoples' perspectives. It really keeps you going because when he switches from one person to another, he leaves them with a little cliff hanger that taunts you to continue reading to find out what happens! Once I got to the climax, I was so attached to certain characters that it moved me to tears. For my first horror novel, this was amazing, and I enjoyed it all the way through! And the fact that it was written by two Christian writers made it even better! Definately five stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eh, it's okay. Me too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is truly amazing!!!! It totally is a christian book. If u r not a christian u probably wont understand the ending bery well. I read this in a few days!!! It was great and kept me hooked till the very end!!! It is truly amazing and i would recommend it to anyone 12+. It is SCARY, THRILLING, and ACTION at the same time!!!! Amazing book highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a complete waste of my time and money! I am usually a fan of Mr. Dekker's work but this was Awful. Truly awful!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one thrilling book and a must read!!! The danger is intence and the book never lets u down. I couldnt put it down. It was long but went quickly. It has an amazing end that almost made me cry. It is a christian book with a good meaning.
davidaaron49 More than 1 year ago
A Readers Review The "House" reader is handed a great piece of Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti literature. With a seemingly unwinnable game with four main characters that almost everyone can relate to. The game that they play is very serious, and for three of the characters to live or win, one of them must die. If they fail to abide by that, all shall be killed by sunrise. This is not your original haunted house story. Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti deliver a great fast-paced-don't-fall-on-your-face plot leaving a theme that will leave you reflecting on it for a long time after. Also something I found rather interesting to me. Was that this book takes place in "Sweet Home Alabama". Which is mainly in the eastern central region. Not far from where I live actually. Dekker and Peretti invite you to enter "House", where losing your life could be the only way.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book will have you up all night wanting to finsh it in one reading it is so well done it draws you in from page one
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Someone recommended the book to me.. I was hesitant to read it.. I tried one of his other books and couldn't connect to it.. This book was good I liked the plot and writing style.. however the ending bombed for me.. I was expecting a epic reveal and it fell flat.. left you feeling like... WHAT just happened? What happens with the characters? I don't regret reading it I just wish the ending was better..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read The Circle trilogy and Green and loved them. So I figured, ok he is a Christian author but those books were excellent so surely this one will be good too. Right? Wrong! The story was "ok" Nothing great but not actually horrible until the last 30-40 pages when my religious gag factor kicked in. Life is too short to read crap.
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I just got grounded fr awhile and right now im using a diff nook. Ill meet vyou at te auction place when i can. Love u
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Sorry. school.
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Kk love u too
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Hey will you uh marry me?*He ask nervously
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I love you too.
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I really want to read this book! I just dont know if my parents would let me beause im only 13 and they wont let me read any horror books or movies.......
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Acdc. :) hey ive gtg for like ten min. So... i will talk to you then.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love it!
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I got this, I'll admit, mostly because the cover looked intriguing. Plus, I normally like both these authors so I thought with the two of them together, it would have to be good. It was....OK. I got lost in the basement with the descriptions of where the characters were. I had a hard time picturing what they were laying out. I did get a little bored in the middle, towards the end. I purposely did not watch the movie before I read this because I didn't want to give away the book. Even after I read the book, I chose to watch the movie, to see if I could make sense of the basement. The movie was even worse! The concept of this book is a good one. There are demonic forces in the world, active and looking to devour. I just think it could have been better.