When shy, blue-eyed Dana came to the cliff-bound island, she was only nineteen and a bride. For her handsome husband, the island was home. For Dana, it was to become a place of fearful terror. At first, there were just little things, shivery things--a smashed and trampled vase of roses, a splintered mirror, a dead sea gull. But if Dana left the island, she would lose her love. If she stayed and defied her tormentor, she might lose her life? Someone in the gloom-ridden old house hated her and was trying to scare her away.