Even though I'm wary of our new neighbour Mrs. Lowell, when she invites us over for dinner it's our chance to make friends. Her maid opens the door wearing a white apron, her hair in a tight bun. Her cold stare gives me chills. The Lowells' maid isn't the only strange thing on our street. I'm sure I see a shadowy figure watching us. My husband leaves the house late at night. And when I meet a woman who lives across the way, her words chill me to the bone, "Be careful of your neighbours." I thought I'd left my darkest secrets behind. But could this quiet suburban street be the most dangerous place of all?
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