Pet Sematary

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-chocked dangers of Chicago.

Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway growls out an intrusive threat. But behind the house there's a carfully cleared path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial.

A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and forboding...