Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- About the Author
- HALLOWEEN
- Seven Weeks Before Halloween
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- HALLOWEEN
- Six Weeks Before Halloween
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- HALLOWEEN
- Five Weeks Before Halloween
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- NINE
- TEN
- HALLOWEEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- Twenty-Five Days Until Halloween
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- HALLOWEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- HALLOWEEN
- Eighteen Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- HALLOWEEN
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Eleven Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- Eight Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY
- Four Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-ONE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-TWO
- Two Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-THREE
- The Night Before Halloween
- THIRTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Halloween, Present Day
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN... NOW
- FORTY-FIVE
- Seven Months Later
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ALICE SWANSON’S
- Reader's Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- Booklist
Bettina bent over and picked up a small twig, snapped it in half. “It’s not like we know her ex-husband well enough anymore to walk up to him and be like, ‘Hey, have you heard from Jackie lately?’”
That made me smile. But it also gave me an idea. Of course.
“No, but I think I know someone who does.”
TWENTY
Theresa
The Barn felt different when no one else was there. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to open the door. I had to use Kendra’s key to remove the padlock and then slide a plank from a metal latch, which looked way more complicated than it was.
Alice wasn’t home, but when I’d texted her about stopping by for the leftover decorations, she’d told me to come anyway. I hoped to surprise Lily with extra gravestones and a glow-in-the-dark zombie that I didn’t think anyone else had claimed. And I needed to keep myself busy while I waited to hear about the job at the Post. I felt pretty good about it, but waiting was the hardest part. All of the Ivies had texted me to check how it went, which was sweet, but also added pressure. Were they genuinely concerned as friends? Or was it a test to determine if I was worthy of my pin? I couldn’t tell, but whichever it was, I couldn’t afford to disappoint.
I pulled open the heavy door, which scraped on the concrete pad, and stepped inside. It was cold and dark. I found a small rock to shove under the door to keep it from swinging shut behind me and cutting off the outside light. How had Alice turned on the lights in here, again? I activated my phone’s flashlight, found the chain, and tugged.
The Barn wasn’t a place I wanted to spend a ton of time. For one thing, hanging on a hook right next to the door was Alice’s beekeeper’s suit, and the big hat and netting looked rather intimidating. Sharp garden tools and the random Halloween stuff that remained made it feel like the perfect horror movie setting.
Many of the decorations we’d sorted through together were gone now, and a bunch of empty boxes were stacked against the wall. I spotted more gravestones for Lily’s cemetery and dragged those out into the yard. But there was still plenty of other junk left. I sifted through boxes—lots of fake spider web material, black tablecloths, an unopened bag of paper lanterns. Half-burned candles, pumpkin-carving tools. A hideous rubber mask of a man with a scar across his cheek. Take whatever you want—honestly. Get it out of there, there’s too much, Alice had said. But there was nothing that would fit Lily’s theme.