TITLE: She Came From the Hill
GENRE: YA Horror
Clay just returned from camping at Strawberry Hill where his friend was filming a ghost investigation. Something attacked several members of the group but Clay still didn't believe the hill was haunted.
“Now what?” Clay asked. He ran out in the hall and collided with his little brother.
“A monster,” Ethan whispered. He lifted his freckled little face and tears streamed down. “There’s a monster in my room.”
“Shh,” Clay said. He put his arms around his little brother. Could the ghost girl be real? Of course not. Ethan watched too many scary shows.
“Calm down or Mom will come down here again.”
“I . . . want . . . Mommy!” He opened his mouth to scream and Clay put his hand over it.
“Ethan, please don’t scream. I guess Mom was right. You’re too little for Ghost Watchers.”
Ethan scrunched his eyebrows together and blinked away a tear. “I’m not little.”
“Is there a monster in your room?”
Ethan hesitated and then slowly shook his head. “No. It must have been wind blowing stuff around. My window is open.”
Clay brushed a clump of red hair from Ethan’s eyes. “So you are big after all. We both know ghosts aren’t real.”
A girl’s laughter traveled through the air like fragile bubbles. “I’m not a ghost. I’m a Bonny Rose.”
Something crashed to the floor in Ethan’s room. Clay had to convince his legs to run after his little brother to see what happened.
Toy cars were everywhere.
“You dumped out my cars!” Ethan said, forgetting he was scared. “Look at this mess.”
Clay looked around his brother’s room and let go his denial. Ghosts were real. And one followed him home. “Well, Ethan,” Clay fought to keep his voice steady. “It looks like I brought you a souvenir after all.”
“I’d rather have dirt.”