Sneak Preview: COME TO THE CEMETERY
Chilling Young Adult Horror by Jackson Dean Chase! All of sixteen-year-old Cara Jones's friends are dead. Their bodies were found lying atop the same grave in Duskhaven Cemetery. The coroner's report lists the girls' cause of death as "massive cerebral hemorrhage," but Cara doesn't believe it. She knows something strange and terrible is happening.
When Cara hears a voice in her head commanding her to "Come to the cemetery," she knows time is running out. With no one else to turn to, Cara asks her secret crush, Jake Rogers, for help. As they begin to put together clues, the mysterious voice gets louder and it feels like she's losing her mind…
Can Jake and Cara unravel the ancient secret before she joins her friends in death?
COME TO THE CEMETERY Sneak Preview:
I never did like cemeteries. It wasn't anything in particular that gave me the creeps, more like a whole lot of things: the way the wind sighed between the branches of the gnarled old oak trees, or the whispering of the blades of grass where they grow long between the rows, or the crumbling tombstones sticking out of the earth like broken teeth. And then there was the weird quiet of the place, the deathly silence. Only it wasn't just the silence, it was the sound hidden inside that got to me—the sound of my body slowly dying. The air going in and out, blood pumping, heart beating. Knowing that sooner or later, my next visit would be my last. It didn't exactly make for a good time.
But I had to come to Duskhaven Cemetery because my friends were dying. It was expected of me. One by one, month by month, and always on the night of the new moon. First Donna, then April, then my best friend, Kim. The bodies were found in the cemetery, always on the same grave.
Officially, the cause of death was “massive cerebral hemorrhage.” OK, maybe that could have happened to one of us, but three? At our age? No way! We were only sixteen, and it's not like we were even related. None of our families had a history of it.
It seemed really suspicious to me, but naturally, all the adults bought into whatever the official reports said. I don't know what it is about growing up, but it seems once you hit a certain age, it's like a switch in your brain gets shut off, and your ability to see the world for something more than it is goes right out with it. Sometimes, it happens as soon as you graduate high school, like Donna's older brother, and sometimes it might take a few more years, maybe even a decade if you were lucky.
Back in the Sixties, the hippies had a saying: “Don't trust anyone over thirty.” That seemed about right to me, because no one wanted to use their imagination to understand what was really going on.
For example, the cops didn't do anything except to ask if we were on drugs. That caused a bunch of problems with our parents. We got a whole lot of dirty looks, stupid questions, and random searches of our rooms until the autopsy reports kept coming back negative. Then, as the bodies piled up, there was talk of a suicide pact, a serial killer, or some kind of disease, but none of it was true.
It took me a long time to discover what was really killing us, and by the time I did, it was too late…
COME TO THE CEMETERY