There was a cool
in the air. And a strange, mildew smell. Rising damp? Dawn wondered. After all, her house was pretty old. And being in the wilds of Wales did nothing to help. Rain lashed at the stonework almost all year round.
That didn’t explain the feeling. The feeling that something
was watching her. Watching her walk from empty room to empty room. Watching the hairs rise on her arms. Watching as she turned, eyes wide like yawning mouths, and saw…
Dawn couldn’t scream.
Dawn couldn’t move.
Dawn could only watch.
As the thing de
itself from the ceiling and pounced.
Dawn’s death can’t be explained, but you, dear reader, might have a clue… who…. wrapped up Dawn so neat and tidy.
Wait for our suspects to post their testimonies and then we’ll see who can solve the mystery. Which authors killed the YA Scream Queens!