Solo. Sí, esa es la palabra clave, la palabra más tremenda. Asesino no le llega a los talones, e infierno no es más que un pálido sinónimo.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

Do the things You believe in, In the name of love, And know that, You aren't alone, We all have doubts and fears

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.