We all know I'm a wimp, but I did have to get up and close my closet door in case a cold, wet draft, the smell of rotten eggs, or a doll appeared out of there. Going to finish this one in the daylight. 
 This was a very satisfactory ghost/possession story. I don't read a lot of them, but this one kept me good and jumpy. Alexis just leads a "normally dysfunctional" life and figures that her younger sister Kasey's strange behavior and obsession with dolls is just weird middle school drama stuff, but then things begin to get creepy and even murderous. What I thought was going to be a very obvious ending had several more twists than I expected. My only complaint is that loose ends such as the mention of lead pipes in the house were not tied up. 
 (As an aside, I've read so many books lately where teen heroes are capable of being teen heroes because of a) the refuge of the school library and/or the helpfulness of the school librarian, or b) the research capabilities offered by the public library and/or the helpfulness of the public librarian. Yay! Except that, in this case, I was appalled to read that Alexis couldn't look up anything on the paranormal because those books were LOCKED IN A ROOM behind the librarian's desk with "Special Collections." She had to steal the book she needed. Tsk, tsk.) 
 If you've ever had someone, especially a girl, ask for a scary story and then pooh-pooh the old cover design on a Mary Downing Hahn or Betty Ren Wright book that you offer, try this one. The cover photo is what made me open it. 
 Favorite quotes: 
 "The entryway was even more ornate than the outside of the house -- the wide stairway spilling out only a few feet from the front door, the high ceiling with crisscrossing arches, and wood-paneled walls with intricately carved details, like cherubic faces and squirrels and birds and sprays of flowers. It looked like a fairy tale had exploded all over the walls." 
 "He studied my face for a moment and then smiled. Was it obvious that my heart was pounding? It was like those scenes in movies where the girl thinks the guy's going to kiss her, so she closes her eyes and puckers up. Except I wasn't just puckering my lips -- I was puckering my whole soul."