WHEN THE THIRTEENTH NANNY WALKED INTO YOUR MANSION AND WHISPERED, “SHE’S STILL HERE,” YOUR SCREAMING TWINS WENT SILENT… AND THE WOMAN YOU HIRED TO CLEAN FLOORS ENDED UP EXPOSING THE SECRET IN YOUR NURSERY, SHATTERING YOUR GUILT, AND FORCING YOU TO FACE THE DEAD WIFE YOU NEVER REALLY LET GO

The nursery went so quiet it made your skin prickle.

A second earlier, Peter and Paul had been screaming with the full-body terror that had driven twelve nannies out of your house and turned every hallway into a place you dreaded after sunset. They had been red-faced, rigid, furious little creatures trapped in two white cribs under a painted ceiling …