Christmas Killer
2 journalers for this copy...
She's dreaming of a dead Christmas
When Nancy disappeared, Rose started having dreams. She dreamed that Nancy came to visit her. Only something was different about Nancy. She was dead
Then Nancy's body is found, and another girl is reported missing.
Rose wished she could forget about Nancy's murder. After all, it's almost Christmas. But the dead never sleep. And when Rose closes her eyes at night Nancy's there, waiting...
Inside front cover: I've got a problem and I don't know what to do," Nancy said in a practical conversational tone, as if her appearance were nnothing unusual, as if she and Rose had just bumped into each other on the street.
"You're dead, Nancy," Rose winced at the harsh truth in the words.
Nancy made a face. "I know that," she said, dismissing it. "But could you come with me a minute?"
Rose wanted to scream, but found herself floating toward the door on the tidal wave that was Nancy's dress. Nancy's clutching hand was cold and dry. Rose could feel the bones inside.
Clearing out my old books from junior high. Old YA horror, but decent. Read this and you'll never see poinsettias in quite the same way...
When Nancy disappeared, Rose started having dreams. She dreamed that Nancy came to visit her. Only something was different about Nancy. She was dead
Then Nancy's body is found, and another girl is reported missing.
Rose wished she could forget about Nancy's murder. After all, it's almost Christmas. But the dead never sleep. And when Rose closes her eyes at night Nancy's there, waiting...
Inside front cover: I've got a problem and I don't know what to do," Nancy said in a practical conversational tone, as if her appearance were nnothing unusual, as if she and Rose had just bumped into each other on the street.
"You're dead, Nancy," Rose winced at the harsh truth in the words.
Nancy made a face. "I know that," she said, dismissing it. "But could you come with me a minute?"
Rose wanted to scream, but found herself floating toward the door on the tidal wave that was Nancy's dress. Nancy's clutching hand was cold and dry. Rose could feel the bones inside.
Clearing out my old books from junior high. Old YA horror, but decent. Read this and you'll never see poinsettias in quite the same way...
Recieved today from Angelkitty as part of a bookbox RABCK! Thank you so much Angel :) I'll get to them asap!