Rosemary and her husband, Guy Woodhouse, signed a lease on a charming four-room apartment in Bramford, a place they had always dreamed of living in. Despite a friend's warning about Bramford's unpleasant reputation—early linked to incidents of cannibalism, witchcraft, and even dead infants in its history—they decided to move in.
Shortly after their arrival, tragedy struck when a young woman was found dead; she had lived with their elderly neighbors, Minnie and Roman Castevet. Despite the unlikelihood of forming a bond with them, the Castevets treated them with kindness and concern. After an unsettling dinner with them, Rosemary began experiencing a strange dream. Not long after that, Rosemary announced her pregnancy, and they became more attached.
However, Rosemary started to feel that something was wrong. She experienced strange cravings, along with constant pain and distress. This story kept me guessing right from the very beginning. I was unsure whether the main character could be trusted or if she was starting to lose her mind. The narrative provides a chilling experience as it reveals the unfolding events alongside the characters. The book effectively sets a suspenseful atmosphere, and the ending transitions smoothly. I particularly loved the noir vibes of the '60s.