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Informationen zum Autor Michelle Jabès Corpora is a writer, editor, community organizer, and martial artist. In addition to working in the publishing industry for more than a dozen years as an editor and concept developer, she has ghostwritten five novels in a long-running middle-grade mystery series. American Horse Tales: The Dust Bowl was Michelle's first novel under her own name. Her second novel, The Fog of War: Martha Gellhorn at the D-Day Landings (Pushkin Press), published in 2021. Benjamin Dawe is an Artist and Creative Director with a lifelong love of both comic books and the horror genre. With a degree in Design and Interactive Media, Benjamin has worked as a Designer and Creative Director with such companies as Def Jam Japan, Village Roadshow, and Electronic Arts, where he worked on such franchises as Need for Speed, The Sims, and Plants vs Zombies. Aside from developing the illustrations and concept for Holly Horror , recent projects for Benjamin include an art collaboration with Mattel celebrating 40 years of Masters of the Universe , posters commissioned by Horror streaming platform Shudder and a merchandise line for the 2020 Horror Comedy feature "Psycho Goreman." He currently lives in Melbourne, Australia, with his partner, two children, and two cats. Klappentext When teenage Evie moves with her mother and brother to a new home known by locals as the Horror House, where a teen mysteriously vanished without a trace many years ago, she becomes haunted by a terrifying bonneted specter. Leseprobe 1 The little silver car darted down the country roads like a minnow, cresting the hills and dipping low into the valleys, carrying three new souls into western Massachusetts. Evie Archer sat in the passenger seat, watching the first few rust- and honey-?colored leaves begin to fall. Beyond, the sun was low on the horizon, setting the mountaintops ablaze with golden light. Evie knew she should have appreciated the sight of a sky unbroken by apartment buildings and skyscrapers, but all it did was make her feel small. She fingered the cream-?colored lace of her favorite shirt—?an old maroon cotton tee that she’d found thrifting and upcycled into something more fashionable. She’d cut off the sleeves and snipped the bottom into a wavy asymmetrical line, then sewed about a foot of vintage lace to the bottom to create a dramatic hem. A bit more lace around the neckline completed the look. She’d laid it out on her bed with a pair of comfortable jeans last night as her traveling outfit. “So listen,” her mother, Lynne, was saying as she took another tight turn. “You guys know that Hobbie House needs a lot of work, and I can’t afford to have the whole place professionally cleaned right now, so we should start by fixing up the rooms we’ll need right away.” “Sure, Mom,” Evie said, wondering what her friends back home in New York were doing right now. Were they thinking about her? She checked her phone for messages, but there were none. She reasoned that it was still a school day; they were probably just busy. She put the phone facedown on her lap and tried not to think about it. In the back seat, huddled among the duffel bags and suitcases, her younger brother, Stan, said nothing. Evie glanced back to see him hidden deep inside his black hoodie, playing some stupid game on his phone. “Stan, honey, are you listening?” Mom said. Stan grunted, just loud enough to be audible by human ears. “Anyway,” her mother continued as they approached another hairpin curve, “we’ll tackle the bedrooms first, then the kitchen—?oh, probably a bathroom we can all share, and—” There was something in the road. Some lumbering, dark thing. Mom didn’t see it because she was too busy talking about the house, but Evie saw it. “Mom! Watch out!” Evie shouted. “What?” her mother gasped, wrenching the...
