Genre: YA Horror/Thriller
Publisher: Vesuvian Books
Date of Publication: 3.13.2018
Number of pages: 243
Word Count: 66k
Cover Artist: Sam Shearon
Tagline: High school can be a real killer
Break a mirror
Walk under a ladder
Step on a crack
Innocent childhood superstitions…
But someone at the Trask Academy of Performing Arts is taking things one deadly step further when the campus is rocked with the deaths of some of its star students.
Layna Curtis, a talented, popular senior, soon realizes that the seemingly random, accidental deaths of her friends aren’t random—or accidents—at all. Someone has taken the childhood games too far, using the idea of superstitions to dispose of their classmates. As Layna tries to convince people of her theory, she uncovers the terrifying notion that each escalating, gruesome murder leads closer to its final victim: her.
Will Layna’s opening night also be her final bow?
There’s no way off the island until Monday,” Daniel said to Max, after returning from checking the perimeter. He shook off his hat, which was slick with moisture. “What we need to do—”
“Listen, asshat,” Max exploded. He picked up the manuscript splayed out on the table. The thing that had caused so much trouble, so much pain. So many secrets.
“You don’t get it, neither of you,” he added, looking from Daniel to Parker and back again. “It’s all right here in these pages. What’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen. The messed up thing is we still don’t know why, and I blame McKenna for that. If you two don’t do something to get us off this rock, one by one, we are going to die.”
Max looked at Layna, whose eyes roamed across everyone in the room. He knew she was thinking exactly what he was.
Who would be next? Who was doing this?
Max also wondered who was going to help them, if not Daniel or Parker.
Nancy grabbed the script from Max’s hands. “Jesus Christ, if you’re all gonna sit there and act like Helen Keller, I’ll figure it out.”
“What I’d like everyone to do is calm down,” Parker said calmly. “We’ll find everyone, stay together, and we will get off the island safely.”
“You did a bang-up job with Alice,” Max said. “If you had listened to me—” But he stopped himself. More to the point, the lump in his throat stopped him.
Layna grabbed his hand and locked her fingers with his, turning toward Nancy as she flipped through the script. “Well?”
Nancy stopped turning pages and slowly ran her finger across the lines of black ink. “It isn’t specific,” Nancy offered, “but this is what it says.”
Parker stood. “Before anybody starts jumping to conclusions, let’s remember this is a piece of fiction.”
Max shook his head in disbelief, even as he watched Daniel nod his. “It’s a piece of fiction somebody wants to turn into a really cuckootown crazypants version of MTV’s True Life,” he stated. “Maybe, ‘I Was a Teenaged Murder Victim?’ So, I’m all ears, Nancy. Go ahead.”
Parker cocked his head and Max felt the man was unhappy with the attitude he was throwing. But Max didn’t care. And he didn’t like the detective.
Nancy read, “Should the white hare cross the wayfarer’s path from right to left, his journey will be disastrous.” When she was done she realized the room was silent.
It was Daniel who broke the stillness. “I thought a rabbit, at least the rabbit’s foot, was lucky.”
It sickened Max he hadn’t thought of it before. That his friend, their friend, was out there alone, maybe hurt, maybe worse, and here they were, locked away safe and warm and talking about their fate in a way that felt strangely, frighteningly
He turned to Nancy and frowned. He knew she would be affected the most. “White rabbits?” he asked.
“Oh, God,” Nancy yelped, dropping the script. “Crosby’s next!”
About the Author:
Thommy Hutson is an award-winning screenwriter, producer, and author who is considered the foremost authority on A Nightmare on Elm Street. A graduate of UCLA, Thommy also wrote and produced critically acclaimed genre projects such as Scream: The Inside Story, Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy, More Brains! A Return of the Living Dead, His Name was Jason: 30 Years of Friday the 13th, and Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th.
Thommy was born and raised in New York but now resides in Southern California with his husband and their cat.