The Turn of the Key

by Ruth Ware

I am the nanny in the Elincourt case, Mr. Wrexham. And I didn’t kill that child.

“Don’t come here,” she whispered, still refusing to look at me. “It’s not safe.” “It’s not safe?” I gave a little laugh. “Maddie, what do you mean?” “It’s not safe,” she repeated, with a little angry sob, shaking her head harder so that her words were almost lost. “They wouldn’t like it.”

The ghosts, she had sobbed. The ghosts wouldn’t like it.

Because it was the lies that got me here in the first place. And I have to believe that it’s the truth that will get me out.

The goasts donet like you. They hate yu. We want you too go awa. The gosts are angrie. They haite you. Get out. There angry Wee hate you. We hite u. GO AWAY. We hate you.