An engineer from out of town disappears. Then Conor Mitchell’s girlfriend. Then his parents. The townspeople of Sedrow Woolley, Washington are vanishing at a horrifying rate. But they come back. They all come back days later, and they’re different. Hungry. Insectile. Creatures posing as humans.
Because Conor knows the truth, and because the entire police force has already been changed, and because there’s nowhere to run from an evil that only wants to spread, his sole option is to fight. But they have no intention of letting him leave town.
Targeted Age Group:: 13-90
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
As far back as I can remember, there were always boxes of old, dusty horror books in the back of the closet in our hall. My Mom loved to read horror and so naturally I grew to love it too. When I discovered writing and the stories that poured from me needed to be told, horror stories just flowed naturally. Those books were my inspiration. They filled my long dark days and gave my life purpose.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I don't plan my stories. So I didn't "come up with my characters" as such. I just woke up and wrote and the characters are what they are because they wrote themselves onto the page, well onto my tablet really. I did use a few names based on people I'd met but the characters created themselves.
A truck growled hungrily up Mosher Road. The animals in the woods on either side of the old streets didn't mind. They were used to the sounds of early morning traffic. Though it was still dark out, they all knew on some level that it was close to bed time. It had been a long night of hunting, of lurking, of competing with one another in a nocturnal singing competition. The crickets, it seemed, had had enough. The owls were well fed. No coyote had howled in hours. Still, most of the forest nightlife was awake and alert.
The woods weren't regularly maintained. No thinning crews had been through to assure that the trees were spaced a good distance from one another. They grew that way naturally. In this particular patch of woodland, sticker bushes and other troublesome weeds were scarce. The property belonged to Walter Murphy.
Murphy owned ten acres, which until recently, he had rarely explored. He had been too old to be stomping around in the woods. In the middle of the lot, however, was a five acre clear-cut, with a yard that took all day to mow. At the edge of that yard, sat the double-wide that Murphy and his wife, Luann, had lived in for twenty-two years.
This morning Luann wasn't in the trailer. She was in the earth, three feet down. Murphy moved around trees, stomped over ferns in his heavy boots toward the spot where he had buried her days ago. Though it was pitch dark, he saw the man-sized plots of dirt scattered perfectly about his forest. There were close to a hundred of them, and a few empty holes.
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