Chateau Champlain was as magnificent as it was ominous. Set starkly against the desolate countryside, its crusted stone and curiuos inhabitants sent shivers of foreboding through young Phyllis Evans from the moment the heavy oak doors closed behind her. She had come to the Chateau to be private secretary to one of the world's wealthiest men. But it was a dream job that slowly dissolved into nightmare. First there were the rumors, bizarre, superstitious... then the warnings, strange supernatural... then suddenly there were only terrifying realities, and she was trapped in a labyrinth of diabolical evil from which the choice of escape was madness or death.