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For Charlie and his brother Alex, an unexpected trip to visit their Aunt Mary in the haunted town of Crooked Hills turns into a life-changing adventure, forcing them to confront local bullies, hell hounds, dead witches, and girls with slingshots! A throwback to classic adventures like that of the Hardy Boys, mixed with the creepiness of GOOSEBUMPS and CIRQUE DU FREAK, Cullen Bunn's CROOKED HILLS blends mystery and adventure to weave a fun and unforgettable story of will, friendship and family bonds.
action figures. Trunk space dwindled fast, and I had to reposition the suitcases and boxes a few times to make sure everything fit. Mom’s laptop computer was the last snug-fitting piece of the puzzle. I wedged it between a couple of suitcases—carefully! Mom was more protective of the computer than I was of my comics. I didn’t know why she wanted to bring it along, though, since this was supposed to be a vacation. With the car packed, we were on our way. There was no talking Mom out of the
was eager to continue the tour. Within just a few minutes, I got my first look at downtown Crooked Hills. CHAPTER TWELVE OUR FIRST STOP WAS THE CIRCLE Q Convenience Mart. A metal awning covered much of the Circle Q’s parking lot, giving customers some shade while pumping gas at one of the rusty-looking gas pumps rising from a concrete island. A man stood nearby, filling his pickup truck’s tank. As we walked by, he nodded and spat out a nasty stream of brown spittle. The tobacco juice
whole thing,” I said, “but I haven’t seen anything so far.” “Years and years ago, when the trains came through on an almost hourly basis, a school bus full of kids stalled out on the tracks just as a train rounded the bend.” Marty pointed at the tracks, which curved into the trees not far from where we stood. “The train couldn’t stop in time and plowed right into the bus. A bunch of kids and the driver were all killed. Now, if a car ever stalls on the tracks, some unseen force will push it out
head, and I didn’t like it. Only one thing—well, two things, actually—scared Marty so bad. “Greg and Hatch Crewes,” I said. “How’d you know?” Marty asked. “Just a guess.” I didn’t want to tell him his fear painted his face like clown makeup. “That’s a pretty lucky guess.” Lisa pointed toward the dog. The fetch padded around the base of the newer shed, sniffing through tall weeds sprouting along the wall. “Want to take a guess about what it’s looking for?” “Any ideas what’s in there?” “I
dreadful second, I thought it had ripped his entire foot off! But my brother’s foot was intact... for now. The fetch flung the shoe around and let it sail off. I took the opportunity to quickly hoist Alex to his feet. The fetch snapped at Alex’s leg, clamping its teeth around his ankle. “Owww!” Alex cried. A rock sailed out of the bushes and struck the dog in the side. Lisa was firing away with her trusty slingshot. The dog didn’t release Alex though. It tightened its grip. If I kept trying to