Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader that asks you to share the first sentence of the book you’re reading. Friday 56 – As many of you know Freda over at Freda’s Voice hosted Friday56 for many years. Since Freda is going to be gone from hosting Friday 56 for a while, Anne over at My Head Is Full of Books will be hosting this link-up. So grab a book, turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader, and share a non-spoiler sentence or two. First Line Friday is a weekly meme hosted by Reading is My Superpower that asks you to share the first sentence of the book you’re reading. Book Blogger Hop asks a question of general interest or discussion hosted by Coffee Addicted Writer
Publication Date: March 5, 2024
In this chilling contemporary horror novel, a phony spiritualist returns to her hometown to assist in an investigation that eerily mirrors her sister’s death, forcing her to confront the secrets she’s been running from.
Sixteen years ago, Brigit Weylan’s older sister, Emma, walked into the woods in their small hometown of Ellis Creek. She never walked out. People said she was troubled—in the months leading up to her death, she was convinced there was a monster in those trees. Marked by the tragedy, Brigit left town and never looked back.
Now Brigit travels around the country investigating paranormal activity (and faking the results) with her cameraman, Ian. But when she receives a call from Ellis Creek, she’s thrust into the middle of a search for two missing teenagers. As Brigit and Ian are drawn further into the case, the parallels to Emma’s death become undeniable. And worse, Brigit can’t explain what’s happening to trees appearing in her bedroom in the middle of the night, something with a very familiar laugh watching her out in the darkness and Emma’s voice on her phone, reminding Brigit to finish what they started.
More and more, it looks like Emma was right: there is a monster in Ellis Creek, and it’s waited a long time for Brigit to come home.
Connecticut October 2019
An Attic Brigit Weylan slid her fingers across the vintage tape recorder in her lap, the plastic warm as living skin.
The urge to avoid disease. “Ian,” she said, too low for Sam to hear. “Come on. Help me out.” He didn’t. Brigit and Sam got him out of the car with effort. Two people were clumsier than three, but Ian felt heavier now as well— less like a sleeper, more like a corpse. They each looped one of his arms around their shoulders and half carried, half dragged him up the short sidewalk. “Can you hold him?”
Today’s Question Is: – What are you thankful for the most this year? (submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer)
A: I am thankful for my family and for our health.
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