TITLE: The Charley Chronicles
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Dead Aunt Gert’s house was full of eyes. True felt them watching as she followed Mom up the massive stone steps of the looming structure. The silent sentinels stared down through the misty night air and dared her to enter.
The porch light flickered, and Mom’s arms and legs stuttered like an old silent movie. True shivered and concentrated on lugging her heavy suitcase up the never-ending stairs. She just wanted to go back to their tiny apartment.
‘Welcome home, True.’
She drew in a quick breath. That ghostly whisper was just in her head, wasn’t it?