The house looked right and felt right, to Dr. Louis Creed. It was comfortable and a place where a family could settle in, grow, play, explore, and feel safe. The rolling hills and meadows surrounding the house were peaceful and a world away from the fume-choked dangers of the city. Only an occasional big truck passing out on the two-lane highway disturbed the peace. But behind the house there was a cleared path up into the woods where generations of locals have buried their dear, departed pets. It's a sad place but surely not a dangerous place, thought Dr. Creed. Or could he be wrong?.