YOU GUYS!! It’s Halloween, Halloween, Halloween LA LA LA! Which could only mean that it’s time for YA Spooktacular where YA authors and YA bloggers join their forces for evil and create tales of TERROR!
I have the distinct pleasure of hosting FRIGHTFULLY GOOD author Jessica Spotswood (BORN WICKED out Feb 2012)
“Come on, let’s go,” Kara said, grabbing my arm.
“Uh, no.” I walked backward, feet scrambling over the uneven path, pulling her along with me. “Chill out. It’s just part of the game.”
She planted her feet, purple Docs glinting in the moonlight. “I want to go home.”
“Aww, why? Are you scared?”
“No.” She jerked her chin at me, all stubborn. I knew that would get her.
“Come on, baby. I’ll protect you.”
She put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “Did you just call me baby? Like, unironically?” She tossed one of her braids over her shoulder and charged forward, crunching over fallen cornstalks.
The farther we got into the maze, the quieter it got. Like, eerie-quiet. There had to be dozens of other people in here, but I didn’t hear anything. No footsteps. No whispering. Only the crackle of cornstalks whenever the wind blew. Ahead of me, Kara’s shoulders were rigid in her orange hoodie.
We hit a dead end and Kara turned around, pushing past me. Still mad.
I thought she’d be giggling and cuddling up to me while zombie volunteers shambled after us and chainsaw-wielding madmen jumped out and scared us. This was lame. We could’ve been back at my house making out by now.
We come to another crossroads. “You choose,” Kara sighed. She’d never admit it, but I thought she was probably lost. I was too. It seemed like we’d been walking forever.
Maybe we’d just been wandering around in circles.
“Josh.” Kara was biting her lip. “Do you think it’s weird that we haven’t seen anyone else?”
Yes, I thought. “Nah,” I said. I held out my hand, and she took it. That’s how I
knew she was really scared. Her fingertips were cold in her fingerless gloves. I rubbed them in both hands. “Come on, we’re probably almost there. This place can’t be that big.”
We were still standing there when we heard it. Whistling. It was low and out-of- tune and pooky as shit. A minute later, we heard footsteps, off-balance, lurching toward us.
“Finally,” Kara said, turning toward the whistler. “I was starting to think we were the only people alive out here.”
The wind blew again, cornstalks crackling, and this time it carried the sharp scent of old pennies with it. The wind smelled like blood.
The hair on the back of my neck rose. “Wait,” I said.
If we go toward the creepy whistling, head to Bloggers Heart Books.
If we should run in the opposite direction, head to Wicked Awesome Books.
Jessica Spotswood has wanted to be a writer since the fourth grade. She got in trouble in the fifth grade for reading under her desk and had the life-changing experience of reading Gone With the Wind in the sixth grade. After years on stage and an M.A. in Theatre History & Criticism at Catholic University, Jessica found her way back to her love of reading and writing; and in 2007 she began writing her manuscript that snagged her an agent. Unfortunately, that one didn’t sell, but Born Wicked, the first in a trilogy, will be released February 2012 from Putnam.
*Bio paraphrased from Jessica’s website
But, wait! You’re still here? You haven’t wussed out?! Well, dear brave soul, you’ve earned a crack at winning a treat!