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Informationen zum Autor A lifelong night owl, P.J. Night often works furiously into the wee hours of the morning, writing down spooky tales and dreaming up new stories of the supernatural and otherworldly. Although P.J.’s whereabouts are unknown at this time, we suspect the author lives in a drafty, old mansion where the floorboards creak when no one is there and the flickering candlelight creates shadows that creep along the walls. We truly wish we could tell you more, but we’ve been sworn to keep P.J.’s identity a secret…and it’s a secret we will take to our graves! Klappentext After a huge fire in her family's apartment, Nora Wilson's parents won't let her or her brother out of the apartment. Nora is thrilled to make a new friend, Caitlin, who just moved into the building. Caitlin knows nothing about what happened to Nora's family, but she does seem to know a lot about the ghosts rumored to haunt the building. Leseprobe Home, Sweet Haunt CHAPTER 1 TWO MONTHS LATER Nora used to have a normal life. It was so normal it was boring. She went to school, did her homework, hung out with her friends, had dinner with her family, and avoided her irritating younger brother. That was before. Before the fire swept through their apartment and her parents changed into nervous freaks. The fire was in late August. When the school year started in September, her parents wouldn’t let her or Lucas out of the apartment. Seriously. Not even into the hallway. They wanted to be with Nora and Lucas all the time. Protect them from the world. Nora’s parents, who had never been afraid of anything, were suddenly afraid to let their children out of their sight. For weeks after the fire, Nora insisted that “lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice,” but her parents said she was wrong. Her father understood weather patterns. He told Nora that the Empire State Building was hit by lightning as many as one hundred times each year. Her mother was frantic with worry that something bad might happen again. Nora tried everything she could think of to convince them they were being overprotective. But they wouldn’t bend. Her mother quit her job to homeschool them. Her father quit his job to stay at home as well. They disconnected the Internet. Never replaced the TV, cell phones, or computers that had melted in the flames. Their furniture was charred and all their clothing smelled like barbecue. It didn’t matter how many times the shirts and pants were washed. Nora longed for the old kind of normal. She wished things would go back to the old kind of boring. She’d never complain again. “Pssst.” Lucas stuck his shaggy brown head into Nora’s bedroom. He was wearing pajama pants and a matching shirt. “Whatcha doing?” Nora sighed. Before the fire her brother had bugged her, but at least she hadn’t had to spend all day, every day, with him. It was on Nora’s tongue to say None of your business and toss Lucas out of her room, but she knew that the fire and everything after had been hard for him, too. Before, Lucas had been creative, adventurous, and an expert at talking his way out of trouble. Stuck in the apartment, Lucas had no use for his skills. With nowhere to go and not much to do, he channeled all his energy into annoying Nora. Unfortunately, Lucas had a lot of energy to channel. Her mother told Nora to be nice. It was hard, super hard, but since she didn’t have any one else to hang out with, she tried her best. Instead of booting her brother out of the room, Nora moved over on the bed to let Lucas sit next to her. In exchange for promising her parents that she’d be nice, Nora had g...
