By Cullen Bunn
For Charlie and his brother Alex, an unforeseen journey to go to their Aunt Mary within the haunted city of Crooked Hills becomes a life-changing experience, forcing them to confront neighborhood bullies, hell hounds, lifeless witches, and women with slingshots! A throwback to vintage adventures like that of the Hardy Boys, combined with the creepiness of GOOSEBUMPS and CIRQUE DU FREAK, Cullen Bunn's CROOKED HILLS blends secret and event to weave a enjoyable and unforgettable tale of will, friendship and kin bonds.
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I’d been stuck. The plan had failed. i used to be useless meat. bankruptcy THIRTY-TWO I KICKED AND SQUIRMED in Mrs. Brewster’s clutch and half-crawled up the stairs. She hung on tight. i attempted to scramble up the stairs, clawing on the wooden. I shook my leg in hopes of loosening her grip, yet her fingernails dug via my denims and into my flesh. in retrospect, I observed lousy, swelling blisters on her face the place the scorpions had stung her. Frothy spittle flew from her lips. She held onto me with one hand and beat at me together with her cane within the different. i attempted to push her again, yet from my place I had no leverage as she dragged me down the stairs. “Out of ways! ” I heard Marty’s voice loud and transparent. I fell as flat as i may at the steps. Mrs. Brewster seemed up simply as Marty swung over the sting of the entrance. He held onto the door above with either fingers, swinging like a child on monkey bars. He held his booted toes immediately out in entrance of him like steel-heeled rockets aimed toward Mrs. Brewster. His boots struck her sq. within the face. Mrs. Brewster yelped, published me, and tumbled down the stairs. nonetheless keeping onto the door, Marty groaned as he raised himself again out of the stairwell. I scrambled into the evening air. For a moment or , I couldn’t glance down into the cellar. I feared i would see Mrs. Brewster crawling like a spider up the stairs. or even I’d see her mendacity twisted and damaged at the earthen flooring. eventually, I steadied myself and seemed down less than. Faint moonlight solid its faded glow onto the cellar flooring. What I observed was once worse than I imagined. Mrs. Brewster sat on the backside of the stairs, clutching at her ankle and rocking from side to side. She regarded up at me, moonlight spilling throughout her swollen good points. “My ankle,” she acknowledged. “It’s damaged. I can’t stand. ” She didn’t see the shadow stretching around the flooring at the back of her, the darkish form of someone lumbering in her path. Maddie, i presumed. Now the undead factor used to be imminent Mrs. Brewster, like a film vampire stalking its unsuspecting prey. “Help me, child,” Mrs. Brewster pleaded. yet I couldn’t. With Marty’s aid, I swung the hurricane cellar doorways closed, sealing Mrs. Brewster in darkness. “Don’t depart me down the following! ” Mrs. Brewster cried, her voice muffled through the darkness. She yelled for us to open the doorways, to aid her out of the cellar. Then she began screaming. And her screams have been bring to an end by way of terrible, slurping sounds. “Let’s get out of here,” Marty acknowledged. Alex used to be nonetheless lovely shaken up, and Mrs. Brewster’s anguished cries and the sickening noises that didn’t support. now not one bit. “You men go,” I informed him. “I need to remain, at the very least for a short time. ” “What are you speaking approximately? ” “It’s all a part of the plan,” I acknowledged. “You would possibly not have spotted, yet your plan nearly received you killed. ” “If I don’t remain to work out this via, it’s going to be much worse. ” “What are you conversing approximately? ” as though in solution to Marty’s query, the cellar doorways blew open, shattering the wood brace to splinters. A determine glided up from the shadows less than. She used to be wearing the patched grey gown Mrs.