Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Date of Publication: August 21, 2014
Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 64,000
Annie Waters hates birthdays. At least she hates her birthdays. Because every year her mother told the story of her grandmother's ghostly appearance in the delivery room. But the worst birthday was her sixteenth--the day she killed her dad.
Forced to move to Shady Cove, Maine, Annie is drawn deep into the world of the supernatural by her new friend, Harmony. Now, tormented by an angry spirit, Annie has only nine days to unravel the secrets of the Caldwell School or join the spirit world herself
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As they turned onto the school road, Harmony finally spoke.
“I think the ghost knew your grandmother. And…” Excitement crept into her voice, “He sensed your grandmother’s presence when we went into the Caldwell School. He might even think you are your grandmother!”
Harmony looked out the window. They were almost to the school. “I don’t think he can tell the difference. Which means, he thinks you’re Annie Mae Brown. And that scares him!”
Something came over Annie—a force so powerful that she couldn’t resist called her from the Caldwell School. She cranked the wheel, whipping the car into the school lot, then slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop in front of the old school. She jumped out of the car and ran toward the building.
“Annie, what are you doing?” Harmony yelled.
Annie stopped. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but she knew she had to. “I am Annie Mae Brown!” she screamed.
“And I’m going to make sure the whole world knows your secret!”
The ground trembled. And with a deafening boom, the school windows shattered. Shards of glass flew toward her.
Behind her, Harmony screamed.
And suddenly Drew was there, knocking her to the ground, shielding her with his body as glass pelted the ground around her.
The storm of glass stopped and Annie looked up into Drew’s eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, getting to his feet.
Annie pushed herself up into a sitting position. “I think so.”
“Stay here,” Drew said, then dashed into the old school building.
“Annie…” Harmony’s voice was weak.
Annie scrambled to her feet. Harmony was standing in front of the car, a piece of glass sticking out of her chest. Annie ran.
Her feet moved, but Harmony seemed to be getting farther away. And then she watched in horror as Harmony looked down at the glass.
“Don’t!” Annie screamed—too late. Harmony reached up.
Her fingers wrapped around the glass and she pulled. She looked down at the glass in her hand as if wondering where it had come from. A dark red blotch spread across her bright green hoodie. The evil-looking shard slipped from her hand and shattered on the pavement. Harmony dropped to her knees. Her eyes met Annie’s for a brief second before she toppled forward.
Annie reached her friend in time to catch her and lower her to the ground. “Somebody, help me,” she screamed. In the distance she heard voices. “Help!” she yelled again.
Her fingers felt thick as she worked the zipper down and pulled Harmony’s sweatshirt open. Blood flowed from a deep gash just below Harmony’s left shoulder. Annie yanked her own sweatshirt off and pressed it against the wound. Harmony’s face was white. Her eyes were closed. “Talk to me,” Annie cried.
Harmony’s eyelids fluttered open. “You okay?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
Annie nodded. Tears streamed down her face.
“I saw…” Harmony’s voice faded and her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes!” Annie sobbed. “Please open your eyes.”
Harmony didn’t move. The blood soaked through Annie’s sweatshirt.
“Please don’t die,” Annie whispered. She pressed harder on the wound. She could feel the ghost behind her. She looked back at the old school building, expecting to see the swirling dark shadow. Empty windows stared back at her.
She needed to get help, but she couldn’t let up on the pressure. Harmony would die!
Where was Drew? Why wasn’t he helping her?
“Drew! Anybody! Help! Please help,” she screamed.
A door slammed across the street. Footsteps pounded on the pavement, growing closer. She looked back at Harmony.
“Someone’s coming. Hang on.”
The bleeding seemed to have slowed and Annie leaned closer to her friend. “See, it’s slowing down. You’re going to be okay.” And then an awful thought crept into her mind. The worst thought ever. What if the bleeding had slowed because Harmony’s heart had stopped beating? What if Harmony was-she couldn’t think the word.
Character Name: Harmony Allwood
Character Bio: Annie’s best friend. Supernatural expert.
Describe yourself what is your worst and vest quality?
I’m sixteen and a Junior at Caldwell School in Shady Cove, Maine. I have a fantastical connection with the supernatural and I never miss an episode of Ghost Adventures! I love purple! It’s a power color, you know? Sometimes I just jump right into things without thinking. But I’m working on that. You know, the thinking things through part.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
That all I want is for every living creature to live in harmony. (Not me, Harmony. That would be awkward)
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
I miss my dad. I know, I let everyone think I can’t stand him. You know, because of the way he took off on me and Mom. But sometimes I close my eyes and try to reach out to him with my mind so that he’ll call me. But I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. And if Mom knew how sad it makes me, then I know it would make her sad too. And I just can’t let that happen.
What are you most afraid of?
Losing my friends. Making a connection with the wrong spirit can be dangerous. More dangerous than I ever expected.
What do you want more than anything?
I would just die if I could meet Zak Bagans from Ghost Adventures!
What is your relationship status?
Well, I am kind of talking to this boy. His name’s Logan. We’ve got a connection, you know—I think we’re kindred spirits.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
I make my own fashion. I love purple. I especially love purple with green! I have lots of scarves, my favorite one is a purple feather scarf.
How much of a rebel are you?
I guess some people might call me a rebel. It’s not like a break rules. Well, I guess sneaking into the Caldwell School building was kind of breaking the rules, but I just knew that we could meet a spirit! So that doesn’t really count. Anyways, I’m kind of unique. I don’t care much about what’s popular.
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
Every time I can help a spirit cross over, I feel like it’s my newest greatest achievement.
What is your idea of happiness?
Harmony. Not my name, Harmony, but being in harmony with other people, the trees, all the little creatures and the big ones, too. It’s so peaceful.
What is your current state of mind?
I’m a pretty positive person. I meditate every morning so that all the negativity just flows away from me.
What is your most treasured possession?
My spiritual stones. I don’t go anyplace without them.
What is your most marked characteristic?
Most people say it’s my red hair. It’s crazy bright red.
What is it that you, most dislike?
My freckles. Don’t tell anyone, but I do wear a little make up to cover them up.
Which living person do you, most despise?
I don’t know. I try really hard to like everyone. Even if they’re monstrous.
What is your greatest regret?
That I couldn’t get my dad to stay.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
He has to be sensitive. But not just to feelings. He needs to be sensitive to all living things.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Honesty. I just can’t stand it when someone talks behind your back.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Which living person do you most admire?
Um, Zak Bagans!
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
What is your motto?
To always be aware of the physical and supernatural world around me
Teri Lee is the author of Troubled Spirits, a YA paranormal novel. Growing up in Maine, Teri spent hours exploring in the woods with her friends dreaming up places like ‘Land of the Lost’, ‘Trouble Hill’, and ‘Paradise’. If she wasn’t in the woods, you’d find her lost in a book. And today not much has changed. She’s still dreaming up imaginary places, getting lost in a book, and sometimes lost in the woods. When she’s not writing you’ll find her saving lives and rescuing splinters in the ER.