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Overview
This place is full of secrets. And they won't leave him alone.
When I look, it disappears. Wait. There it is again, at the cornfield.
Some movement, some thing.
Mom and I have been on the run for years. Every time he catches up with us, we move to a new place and start over.
But this place is different.
"Brilliant, page-turning, and eerie. Had me guessing to the very end." —Joseph Delaney, author of The Last Apprentice series
"It's about ghosts and terrifying danger and going mad all at once. I didn't know what was real and what was imagined until the very last page. I loved it!" —Melvin Burgess, Carnegie Medal and Guardian Prize winning author of Smack
Allan Stratton is an acclaimed internationally published playwright and author. His awards include a Michael L. Printz Honor award, multiple ALA picks, and the Independent Publisher Book Award.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781492621010 |
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| Publisher: | Sourcebooks |
| Publication date: | 09/02/2015 |
| Edition description: | Reprint |
| Pages: | 272 |
| Sales rank: | 1,146,369 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d) |
| Lexile: | HL550L (what's this?) |
| Age Range: | 12 - 17 Years |
Read an Excerpt
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It's ten p.m. Mom's at the living room window staring at the car across the street. She's been there for an hour. Our lights are out so no one can see her.
I'm downstairs in the rec room playing Zombie Attack. No sound. I don't want Mom to know, although I'm pretty sure she guesses. The longer we're quiet in the dark, the creepier it gets.
Mom's imagining things.
But what if she isn't? I focus on the zombies. More silence.
"It's probably nothing," I call up.
"Shh. Keep it down."
"I'm in the basement, Mom. You think someone outside can hear me?"
"Stop it, Cameron. Turn off that game and go to bed."
"Aw, Mom—"
"Cameron."
A zombie jumps from behind a tree and rips my head off. Thanks, Mom. Way to help me concentrate. I turn off the game and head up to the living room.
Mom's squeezing her phone. "I'm calling the police."
"Why?" I try to sound normal. "They won't come for hours. By the time they do, whoever's there will be gone."
"It's not ‘whoever.' It's him. I know it." She dials.
"Mom, it's a street. People park there."
"Not in neighborhoods where they don't belong. Not opposite the same house three nights in a row. And they don't stay in their car either. It's only a matter of time before he does something. Hello, police?"
I can't breathe. I go upstairs and brush my teeth while Mom gives her name and address to someone who's apparently deaf. The more they tell her to calm down, the angrier she gets.
Go to bed. Everything's fine.
Mom's room is at the front of the house. I sneak to her window and peek down at the car. It's out of the light, in the shadow of the trees on the other side of the street. Is there really someone inside?
Even if there is, so what? They could be waiting for a friend.
All night?
It's not against the law to sit in a car.
That's not the point.
Stop it. Don't be like her.
The car drives off like it did last night and the night before that. I go to my room and crawl under the covers. Two hours later the cops arrive.
Mom's ballistic. "I called hours ago. We could be dead."
"Sorry, ma'am. It's been a busy night. Did you get the license number?"
"No, I didn't get the license number. He parks in the shadows. You want me to go out and check with him sitting there waiting for me?"
The cops ask more stupid questions. I stick my fingers in my ears and pray for everything to be over.
The cops leave. Mom slams the door. Next thing I know, she's sitting on the side of my bed, holding my hand. "Cameron, honey. We have to go. Get your things."
"Go? What? Now?"
"I don't know how long we've got." She gets up and heads to her room. "He could be anywhere...around the block, who knows. But he'll be back. You can count on it. And the police will be too late."
"Mom—"
"There are things you don't understand, Cameron."
Oh yeah? I understand lots, Mom. I understand I'm scared, for starters. But why? Because he's tracked us down? Or because you're crazy?
My clothes are already in a suitcase under my bed; Mom made me pack two days ago, just in case. There's room in the car for our bags, some coats, a box of dishes, some sheets and towels, and the little TV. My grandparents will store the rest of our stuff in their basement. There isn't much, since the places we rent come furnished. I wish we could go to Grandma and Grandpa's. Mom says we can't. She says that's the first place he'd look.
He—him—the guy in the car: Dad.
Mom backs the car onto the street. I look at the house. After a year, I was getting used to the place. This city too. I'd actually started making friends at school. So much for that.
We drive away slowly with the headlights off.
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