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Libraries buy books, which financially supports authors, and positive word-of-mouth is incredibly valuable to writers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n However you choose to read THE GHOST TREE, I appreciate your support!<\/p>\n\n\n\n When people go missing in the sleepy town of Smith’s Hollow, the only clue to their fate comes when a teenager starts having terrifying visions, in a chilling horror novel from national bestselling author Christina Henry.<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n When the bodies of two girls are found torn apart in the town of Smiths Hollow, Lauren is surprised, but she also expects that the police won’t find the killer. After all, the year before her father’s body was found with his heart missing, and since then everyone has moved on. Even her best friend, Miranda, has become more interested in boys than in spending time at the old ghost tree, the way they used to when they were kids. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So when Lauren has a \nvision of a monster dragging the remains of the girls through the woods,\n she knows she can’t just do nothing. Not like the rest of her town. But\n as she draws closer to answers, she realizes that the foundation of her\n seemingly normal town might be rotten at the center. And that if nobody\n else stands for the missing, she will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n June 1985<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wednesday<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren glanced down at her feet as she pedaled her bike toward the woods. She wore brand-new turquoise high-tops; they looked sort of like the Chuck Taylors she\u2019d wanted, but they were off-brand from Kmart. They didn\u2019t have the Chuck label in the back but they were still pretty cool. She thought so, anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They would have to be cool because her mom had told her repeatedly they couldn\u2019t afford the name-brand ones. At least no one else at school had turquoise. They were so bright they practically glowed in the summer sun, but by the time she went back to school in the fall they would be properly beaten up and she wouldn\u2019t look like a dork. <\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time she went back to school she would be almost <\/em>fifteen (the end of November\u2014five months away still ), which meant she would be one of the older kids in the freshman class but still younger than Miranda, whose birthday had been the week before. Miranda never failed to remind her that this meant she would get her driver\u2019s license before Lauren did, but Lauren didn\u2019t care as long as she was riding to school in a car (even if it was not her own) instead of on her bike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren knew Mom didn\u2019t want her and Miranda meeting in the woods. Especially after last year. Especially after Lauren\u2019s dad was found near that old cabin. Mom thought Lauren was macabre for going anywhere near the place where her father was murdered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Lauren was about as interested in her mother\u2019s opinion as her mother was in Lauren\u2019s\u2014that is to say, not at all. Mom never loved Dad as much as Lauren did. Her mom didn\u2019t understand that when Lauren was in the woods it meant she was in the place he was last alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She and Miranda always met under the ghost tree. They\u2019d done so since they were very small, for so long that Lauren couldn\u2019t remember who\u2019d thought of the idea first. One of them would call the other on the telephone and say, \u201cMeet me by the old ghost tree,\u201d and they would both go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the secret shadows of the woods, they could have adventures. They built forts and ran through streams and climbed trees and made rope swings. They made a secret base near the cabin that was tucked away in the woods. This was long before Lauren\u2019s dad was found there, and it had been some time since they used it as a base.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the last year or so things had changed. Miranda didn\u2019t like to get dirty anymore, so she didn\u2019t want to swing over the trickling little creek that ran through the forest or roll in the dead leaves. Mostly she wanted to do things Lauren was not interested in, like paint their nails or braid each other\u2019s hair or talk about boys that Miranda thought were cute\u2014older boys, always, boys that would not be the least bit interested in little freshman girls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Despite this they still preferred to meet by the ghost tree. It was their special place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren raced past the Imperial drive- in on the outskirts of town. They were showing a double feature\u2014 The Goonies<\/em> and Cocoon<\/em>. The wide lot was littered with rubbish from the night before\u2014 empty popcorn cups, candy wrappers, cigarette butts. Sometimes Lauren helped Mr. Harper, the owner, clean up the lot in exchange for $10 and a free ticket for her and Miranda to that night\u2019s show, but she\u2019d already seen The Goonies twice and Miranda said Cocoon was about old people so they never stayed for the second feature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The back of the movie screen pressed against the woods that brushed against the town. Smiths Hollow was the name of her town, and Lauren had always liked the name because it reminded her of Sleepy Hollow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She and her dad used to watch that cartoon every year on Halloween, Ichabod and Mr. Toad<\/em>. Even though Ichabod\u2019s name came first in the title, the Sleepy Hollow story was actually second in the film and Lauren liked that better. She liked anticipating the moment when the Headless Horseman would appear on screen, laughing his insane laugh and swinging a giant sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When she was little she used to snuggle close into her dad\u2019s arm when that part came on and her heart would beat so fast, but there was nothing to worry about really because she was with her daddy. Of course it had been years since it scared her, but every year she snuggled up next to him. He always smelled a little bit of grease and oil, even after a shower, and also of the Old Spice Soap- on- a- Rope that she gave him every year for Father\u2019s Day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren wondered if, when Halloween came, she would be able to turn on the cartoon again and watch it with her little brother, David. He\u2019d been too small to watch it the year before.Miranda had wanted Lauren to sleep over last Halloween, so they could watch \u201creal\u201d scary movies on her VCR. Lauren\u2019s family didn\u2019t have a VCR, and Miranda definitely viewed this as a drawback to sleeping over at Lauren\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They always trick- or – treated together every year, but after their candy bags were full they went their separate ways. Last year Miranda didn\u2019t want to trick- or- treat at all, but Lauren persuaded her to go out so Miranda had thrown together a costume of old clothes at the last second and went as a hobo. She\u2019d complained about how lame and babyish collecting candy was the whole time and then got annoyed when Lauren told her that she had to go home after.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI thought you were going to watch Halloween with me,\u201d Miranda said. \u201cIt\u2019s the perfect night for it!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren shook her head. \u201cWe can do it another night. I have something I have to do with my dad.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt won\u2019t be the same on another night,\u201d Miranda said. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you dragged me all over town to get a bunch of stupid little candy bars and we\u2019re not even going to watch a scary movie now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ll take your candy if you don\u2019t want it,\u201d Lauren said, holding her bag open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda\u2019s mouth twisted up. \u201cNo way. I walked for it, so I\u2019m eating it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019d gone home in a huff, but the next time Lauren slept over they did watch Halloween. Or rather, Miranda watched it, laughing hysterically every time someone was slaughtered by the killer, and Lauren peered through her fingers and hoped she would be able to sleep without nightmares. She didn\u2019t like scary movies. Miranda seemed inured to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, Lauren was glad she\u2019d gone home that night, because it was the last time she\u2019d watch Ichabod and Mr. Toad<\/em> with her dad. Less than a month later he was dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was dead and nobody would talk about it. Nobody would talk about why it happened or how. The police chief told Lauren\u2019s mom it must have been some drifter, some sicko who went from town to town. But that didn\u2019t make a bit of sense to Lauren. Why would some sicko come to Smiths Hollow just to kill her dad?<\/p>\n\n\n\n And nobody ever told her what her dad was doing out that late at night in the woods, either. Every time Lauren mentioned it her mother\u2019s lips would go flat and pull tight at the edges and she would say, \u201cWe are not discussing this, Lauren.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren reached the scrubby edge of the woods and pulled the brakes on her bike. It was a ten-speed, a grown- up gift for her last birthday even though she wasn\u2019t very tall yet and probably never would be. Miranda told her that girls stopped growing like a year after they got their periods, and Lauren hadn\u2019t gotten hers yet so she hoped she wouldn\u2019t top out at five foot three.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda had gotten her period almost a year before, but both her parents were tall so Miranda towered over Lauren by about half a foot. She also had long, long legs that always looked good in whatever she wore, and Lauren had to squelch the flare of jealousy that bubbled up whenever she saw Miranda looking so cool and beautiful and grown- up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren hopped off her bike and wheeled it into the forest, following a path worn by her own feet and Miranda\u2019s. The bike bumped over the tree roots and kicked up tiny rocks that bit into Lauren\u2019s shins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some people didn\u2019t like the woods near Smiths Hollow. Well, if Lauren was honest, almost everyone didn\u2019t like the woods. She\u2019d heard more than one person say they were \u201cspooky\u201d and \u201cuncanny\u201d and \u201cscary,\u201d but Lauren didn\u2019t think so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She liked the trees and their secretive natures, and all the little creatures that scurried into the brush when they heard her approach. And there were lots of places to sit and think and be alone and listen to the wind in the leaves. There were many days when Miranda went home and Lauren stayed in the forest by herself, curled into the notch of a tree while she read a book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Lauren\u2019s dad had said that the woods made him uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI always feel like I\u2019m being spied on whenever I walk near there,\u201d he confessed to her one day. They were both at the kitchen sink scrubbing their hands\u2014 Lauren\u2019s were covered in mud, and her father\u2019s had the usual contingent of grease from his work at the garage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c \u2018I always feel like somebody\u2019s watching me,\u2019 \u201d Lauren sang as she walked, although she didn\u2019t really. If anyone was watching she felt that it was a benign somebody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She liked that song a lot, although Miranda didn\u2019t think much of it. Miranda had listened to Def Leppard\u2019s Pyromania <\/em>album nonstop since she discovered it the previous year, and whenever Lauren came over she would put it on. Lauren was pretty sure she could live the rest of her life without ever hearing \u201cRock of Ages\u201d again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost tree was about a ten- minute walk from the place where Lauren dismounted her bike. Miranda was already there, arms crossed and leaning against the tree with her eyes closed. Lauren wondered what Miranda was thinking about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wore a white sleeveless shirt that buttoned down the front, and Lauren could see her training bra through it. Lauren had started wearing a training bra too even though she really didn\u2019t need it yet. By the time she actually needed the trainer Miranda would be wearing women\u2019s bras, probably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The shirt was tucked into her jeans\u2014Jordache, naturally, and their ankles brushed against her white Adidas shoes with the black stripes on the side. Miranda always had name-brand everything, because her parents were both managers at the canned chili factory and they would take her to the next town over to go to the mall for her clothes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was also an only child, which meant her parents didn\u2019t have to worry about having money for the next kid\u2019s stuff. Lauren had heard her mother sighing many times that the trouble with having a girl and then a boy was that you couldn\u2019t reuse anything. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Not that there had been so much stuff around for reusing by the time David was born\u2014he was ten years younger than Lauren, a \u201csurprise package,\u201d as Lauren\u2019s dad called him. Lauren\u2019s parents had thought their late nights with a colicky baby were long gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat took you so long?\u201d Miranda said, straightening when she heard the rattle of Lauren\u2019s bike chain. \u201cAnd what are you wearing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n What are you <\/strong> wearing<\/em> was what Lauren wanted to ask, but instead she looked down at her Cubs shirt and cutoff jeans and said, \u201cClothes for playing in the woods.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda shook her hair, an elaborately teased and sprayed mass that had been wrestled into a high ponytail. \u201cWe\u2019re not playing<\/em> in the woods<\/em>. What are we, nine? We\u2019re going to the Dream Machine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you just say we were going to the Dream Machine?\u201d Lauren asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren didn\u2019t really care about arcade games except maybe pinball, and she especially didn\u2019t like going to the Dream Machine because lately it meant that she and Miranda would stand around watching boys that Miranda thought were cute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTad asked me to meet him there,\u201d Miranda said excitedly, ignoring Lauren\u2019s question. \u201cHe actually called me today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n So why do I have to go<\/em>? Lauren thought. If she\u2019d known what Miranda had planned she would have brought a book to read. There was nothing more boring than watching some guy playing Pac-Man. Also, what kind of stupid name was Tad? Lauren wasn\u2019t sure she remembered who exactly Tad was, either. It was hard to keep track of which boy was at the top of Miranda\u2019s scrolling list of interests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd\nhe said he\u2019s going to bring some of his friends, so there will be\nsomeone for you, too,\u201d Miranda finished. She said this last bit\nlike she had gotten a really amazing present for Lauren and\ncouldn\u2019t wait to hear how much she loved it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh,\u201d\nLauren said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet\u2019s\ngo,\u201d Miranda said. \u201cLeave your bike here. We can cut through the\nwoods and come out behind Frank\u2019s.\u201dFrank\u2019s Deli was directly\nacross the street from the Dream Machine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren\ndidn\u2019t like coming out of the woods there because there were\nalways rats running around behind Frank\u2019s. She always told her\nmother not to buy lunch meat there because of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t\nbe silly, Lauren,\u201d Mom would say. \u201cOf course there are rats\noutside. They\u2019re attracted to garbage. That doesn\u2019t mean there are\nrats inside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\ndoesn\u2019t mean there aren\u2019t, either,\u201d Lauren said darkly, and\nrefused to eat so much as a slice of roast beef from Frank\u2019s. It\nmeant a lot of peanut butter sandwiches because her mom would\nalmost always go to Frank\u2019s unless she went shopping at the big\nsuper grocery store in the next town and got deli meat while she\nwas there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhich\none is Tad again?\u201d Lauren asked as she leaned her bike against the\ntree. There was no worry that anything would happen to it. No one\never stole anything that belonged to the ghost tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda\nhit Lauren\u2019s shoulder with the back of her hand. \u201cHe works at\nWagon Wheel, remember? We just went there to see him last week.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren\ndredged up the memory of a greasy- haired guy throwing\ntwo slices of pizza in front of them as they\u2019d sat on the tall\nchairs at the counter, feet dangling. He\u2019d barely acknowledged\nMiranda\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\nguy?\u201d Lauren asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\nlooks just like Matt Dillon in The\nOutsiders<\/em>,\u201d Miranda said with a little sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\nhe doesn\u2019t,\u201d Lauren said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Usually\nshe let Miranda\u2019s statements pass by without an argument, but she\ncouldn\u2019t let that one go. Lauren had the poster with the cast of The Outsiders<\/em> on it\nhanging on the back of her bedroom door, and she got a good look\nat Matt Dillon every morning. Tad did not look a thing like him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\ntotally does!\u201d Miranda insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\nway,\u201d Lauren said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell,\nhe\u2019s going to be a junior and he has a Camaro,\u201d Miranda said, as\nif this settled everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When\nMiranda said things like that, Lauren could feel the strings that\nhad bound them together their whole life unknotting one by one.\nLauren really didn\u2019t care if he had a Camaro, and the old Miranda\nwouldn\u2019t have either. The old Miranda would have wanted to stay in\nthe woods instead of going to the Dream Machine. But the old Miranda\nhad disappeared in the last year, leaving Lauren to wonder why she still came\nwhen Miranda called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe it\u2019s just hard\nto let your best friend go, even if you have nothing in common anymore<\/em>, Lauren thought, and\nsighed a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They\nemerged from the woods behind Frank\u2019s Deli. Two rats, a very large one and a\nlittle tiny one, abandoned the bread crust they were chewing and ran behind the\nthree large metal garbage cans lined up next to the back door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGross,\u201d\nMiranda said as Lauren flinched and made a little squeaking sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They\nheard the sound of soft laughter. Lauren saw Jake Hanson, the son of one of her\nneighbors, smoking a cigarette behind the electronics shop next door. He was\nthree or four years older than Lauren, so their paths had rarely crossed since\nshe\u2019d been very small. She remembered that once, when she was maybe seven or\neight, he\u2019d shown her how to throw a baseball and had spent a half hour\npatiently catching her wild pitches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda\nwent straight for the narrow walkway between Frank\u2019s and the electronics shop,\nignoring Jake entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren\npaused, because it really went against the grain for her to pretend someone\ndidn\u2019t exist. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey,\nJake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He\nwas very tall now, at least a foot taller than Lauren, but his jeans barely hung\nonto his waist with a belt hooked all the way to the last hole. He had on a\nblack uniform polo with the words Best\nElectronics<\/em> embroidered on the upper left side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey,\nLauren,\u201d he said, blowing smoke out of his nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\nwondered when his voice had started to sound so grown- up. He didn\u2019t really\nsound like a boy anymore\u2014but then, she supposed that he wasn\u2019t. He was probably\neighteen years old now, or close to it\u2014old enough to have real stubble on his\ncheeks and not just the stringy fuzz most high school boys sported.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His\nblue eyes looked her up and down, assessing. Assessing what, Lauren wasn\u2019t\nsure. She\u2019d always liked his eyes, how his blue eyes contrasted with his dark\nhair, but now something in the way they looked at her made the blood rise in\nher cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNice\nshoes,\u201d he said, and she couldn\u2019t tell if he meant it or he was making fun of\nher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLau-ren,\u201d\nMiranda called impatiently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBetter\nhurry,\u201d Jake said conversationally. He dropped the end of his cigarette on the\nground and stubbed it out with the sole of his black boots. \u201cSee you around,\nLauren.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d\nshe said, jogging after Miranda. She didn\u2019t really know why but she felt\nflustered, and when she felt flustered she got annoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat\nwere you doing?\u201d Miranda said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSaying\nhi,\u201d Lauren said, even more annoyed now because Miranda had clearly heard the\nconversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\nshouldn\u2019t say hi to losers like him,\u201d Miranda said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s\nmy neighbor,\u201d Lauren said. Her face still felt hot she knew from long experience that it would take a while\nfor her cheeks to return to their normal color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miranda leaned in close to Lauren,\nstealing a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure that nobody\nwas nearby and listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe deals drugs,\u201d Miranda whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren frowned. \u201cGive me a break.\nDrugs? In Smiths Hollow? Where would he even get them from?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere are drugs even in Smiths\nHollow,\u201d Miranda said mysteriously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only thing Lauren really knew\nabout drugs came from movies where a character would occasionally\nsmoke a joint. Miranda had seen Scarface<\/em>, though Lauren hadn\u2019t, and had\nacted like an authority on all things cocaine-\nrelated since then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They emerged from between the\nstorefronts of the deli and the electronics shop. The Dream\nMachine was directly across the street. All the windows were open.\nThe sound of loud music combined with the persistent bleep of\nelectronics and the occasional whoop of a player was easily heard\nover the car engines on Main Street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lauren looked both ways so they\ncould cross, but Miranda grabbed her arm and pointed toward the\nSweet Shoppe a few doors away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI need some Tic Tacs,\u201d she said. \u201cI\nate a tuna fish sandwich for lunch before Tad called. If I\u2019d known\nhe was going to call I wouldn\u2019t have eaten anything. I don\u2019t want\nto look bloated in front of him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She patted her paper-\nflat stomach as she said this and glanced at Lauren as if she\nexpected her to say You\u2019re\nnot bloated<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Lauren was only half paying\nattention to Miranda. Going to the Sweet Shoppe meant that they\nhad to cross in front of the large glass windows of Best\nElectronics. Jake Hanson was back behind the counter, cigarette\nbreak over, and was hunched over what looked like a pile of black\nplastic and wires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She quickly looked away, first\nbecause she didn\u2019t want to get caught staring, and second because\nif he did look up she didn\u2019t know if she should wave or pretend\nnot to see him. Her gaze shot out into the road and the passing\ncars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A maroon station wagon was coming down Main Street and Lauren pretended to be absorbed in Miranda\u2019s face as it went by. 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