Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When a group of young campers meet and are forced to kill a dangerous psychopath, his mother, a witch, puts a deadly curse on them.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep... Tread Softly.
Note: retail quality.
"Bright and early," Karen answered. " 'Night," Benny said. "Go on ahead, I'll be right with you." Raising her head, Julie saw Benny turn away from the adults. They walked toward Karen's tent, the one she would've been sharing with Julie. In the darkness near its front, they embraced. They kissed. Julie turned her face away. " 'Night," Benny said as he walked by. "Yeah," she muttered. "Good-night," Nick said. Dad came along a while later. At least he didn't go in the tent with her. "Sleep
friendly." "Don't bother." In a quiet voice, she asked, "What are you afraid of?" "I'm not afraid of you, that's for sure." "You're afraid of liking me, I think." "What, you're so irresistibly charming I've gotta be a nut case if I'm not kissing the goddamn ground you walk on? Forget it. I just don't like you, that's all. I wish Dad had never met you." "Your father and I ... we love each other." "Ain't that just dandy," Julie said through a tightness in her throat. "You knew that, didn't
opened. He tried to say something, and about a gallon of water gushed out of his mouth like he was throwing up. When the water stopped pouring out, he said in this kind of choked, gurgling voice, 'My arm. I want my arm.' "Cliff and I ran like hell, too scared even to scream. When we got back to the camp with Dad, the guy was gone." Rash sighed. He tapped a length of ash off his cigar. "We followed his footprints to the edge of the lake. For a long time, we stared out over the water. We couldn't
teenaged girls playing basketball in a school gymnasium. As the credits finished, the teacher blasted her whistle and the girls ran for the locker room. Come on, arm! Now! He couldn't force himself to lift it. On the screen, the girls were trotting into the locker room, their shouts and giggles echoing. "You oughta go for this," Julie whispered. Her voice took away the worry. He put his arm across her shoulders. Amazing how easy it was. He let out a trembling breath as she snuggled against
who killed her son. She can't get me with the curse. She doesn't have my blood and stuff." "She got your dad," Julie had reminded him, taking his hand. "That was an accident. He got in the way of it to save Mom and the girls. He would've been all right, except . . . She has to come for me. That's when we'll nail her." "What if the curse doesn't end when she's dead?" Julie asked. "It has to," Benny said, and explained that without her psychic power directing it the curse would dissipate.