Gwenda Reed finds just the perfect house. It feels so right. She buys it and starts fixing it up before her husband joins her there. She finds herself turning intuitively towards a wall and having to redirect her steps to the door when she wants to go to the dining room. She lies in bed dreaming of the perfect wallpaper for the nursery only to discover it once was there. She is becoming rather uneasy about her dream house. When she suddenly remembers a long forgotten horrific incident from her childhood about Helen and this house, she is so distrait that they talk with a friend of a friend, Jane Marple. Miss Marple counsels them to let the sleeping murder, yes murder, lie. They're intrigued and can't help themselves but start an investigation of sorts.
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