I had been
reading Ana Karenina and I needed a change. I wanted something different; perhaps
an adventure or a mystery would be nice. Searching the Internet I came across
this novel, Salem´s Lot, and of
course I immediately recognized it. It was the same Stephen King´s story that I
had read when I was 15.
At that time I
was living at my granny´s house and we were the two only inhabitants of this
big old house. The furniture of the house was not common. They all had special
carvings resembling the ones you can only find in a museum, or in old magazines
from the 1930s. On the walls of the living-room some pictures of forgotten
relatives hung looking severely at the passersby. This same house had been
occupied by many of my granny´s dead brothers and sisters in the past and their
spirits were still infused in the place.