Dear Readers,
At night, when you call your mom and dad into the spooky darkness of your room, is it to have them open your closet? Are you the type to leave a dish of chocolate chip cookies under your bed, with a sign reading, “There’s more where these came from”? Do you cry your eyes out at the end of monster movies, when the poor, innocent, man-munching creature dies?
If the answer to these questions is yes, then read on, because the story of the mysterious Mattigan monsters is most definitely for you. If not, then perhaps it might be best to tuck this book away. Maybe put it on your baby sister’s bookshelf. Go ahead and pick up her glow-in-the-dark, scratch-and-snort edition of “The Fuzzy Little Unicorn Who Pooped Rainbows,” instead.
Because this book, and those that follow, are about things that could eat and poop you. They’re about three kids, the Mattigans, who do some awfully strange things. For example, when they learn that mysterious monsters might really exist, they don’t hide under their covers with their fingers in their ears, humming the “Rainbow Poop” song.
Instead, they go looking for them.
Which is especially tricky, since it’s their father’s job to prove that people who say things like “mysterious monsters exist,” are liars.
Still here?
Excellent, you don’t scare easy.
Let’s begin, then, with how it all began, in a big house at the edge of a forest — in Oregon.