The Haunted by Danielle Vega
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 3.2 Mb
The Haunted : From Danielle Vega, YA’s answer to Stephen King, comes a new paranormal novel about dark family secrets, deep-seated vengeance, and the horrifying truth that evil often lurks in the unlikeliest of places.
Hendricks Becker-O’Malley is new in town, and she’s bringing baggage with her. With a dark and wild past, Hendricks doesn’t think the small town her parents moved her to has much to offer her in terms of excitement. She plans on laying low, but when she’s suddenly welcomed into the popular crowd at school, things don’t go as expected.
Hendricks learns from her new friends that the fixer-upper her parents are so excited about is notorious in town. Local legend says it’s haunted. Hendricks doesn’t believe it. Until she’s forced to. Blood-curdling screams erupt from the basement, her little brother wakes up covered in scratches, and something, or someone pushes her dad down the stairs. With help from the mysterious boy next door, Hendricks makes it her mission to take down the ghosts . . . if they don’t take her first.
“I’ve heard that place is amazing,” Portia said, hooking Hendricks’s arm with her own. “You’re slumming it here. Why didn’t your parents move to Manhattan?”
“They flip houses for a living,” Hendricks explained. “They came up here to look at an old property and decided they liked it so much they wanted to keep it for themselves. I guess they couldn’t resist the whole quaint small-town thing.”
It was the truth, but only half the truth. Hendricks was quickly becoming an expert at lying by omission.
Portia paused for a fraction of a second, something flicking across her face. “Well, this is definitely a change,” she said. “Let’s get the tour out of the way so you can get in to see Principal Walker and get your schedule set up. The school’s tiny, so it’ll only take a second. This here is a hallway, similar to hallways you may have seen in Philadelphia. You’ll find most of your classes here, or down one of two other hallways.”
“Fascinating,” Hendricks said, deadpan. Portia snickered.
“Right? It’s a good thing they sent me out to meet you or you’d have never found your way around.” She paused in front of an empty cafeteria. “We eat here in the winter, at that table in the back corner, but juniors are allowed to take their lunches outside so we move to the fountain as soon as it gets—”
Portia stopped talking abruptly and rose to her tiptoes, waving. The school doors whooshed open and a line of boys in tracksuits streamed into the hall. Sneakers squeaked against the floor, and deep, laughing voices reverberated off the walls.
“Hey, Connor!” Portia called, and the tallest, blondest tracksuit-clad guy broke into a shockingly wide smile and separated from the others to jog over to them. Hendricks felt her shoulders stiffen. She pretended to study a cuticle.”