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All Hallows

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336 Seiten
Englisch
Titan Bookserschienen am19.09.2023
Perfect for fans of Stephen King and the 1980s nostalgia of Stranger Things. A gripping suburban nightmare from the New York Times-bestselling, Bram-Stoker Award-winning master of horror fiction. It's Halloween night, 1984, in Coventry, Massachusetts, and two families are unravelling. The Barbosas have opened their annual Haunted Woods attraction in the forest behind their house-the house they're about to lose. The Sweeneys are fighting about alcoholism and infidelity on their front lawn. Up the street, high-school senior Vanessa Montez is about to have her secrets exposed during the violent end to the neighbourhood's block party, while down the street, the truth about Ruth and Zack Burgess turns out to be even more horrifying than the rumours ever were. And all the while, mixed in with the trick-or-treaters of all ages, four children who do not belong are walking door to door, merging with the kids of Parmenter Road. Children in vintage costumes with faded, eerie makeup. Children who seem terrified, and who beg the neighbourhood kids to hide them away, to keep them safe from The Cunning Man. There's a small clearing in the woods now that was never there before, and a blackthorn tree that doesn't belong at all. These odd children claim that The Cunning Man is coming for them...and they want the local kids to protect them. But with families falling apart and the community splintered by bitterness, who will save the children of Parmenter Road? New York Times bestselling, Bram Stoker Award-winning author Christopher Golden is best known for his supernatural thrillers set in deadly, distant locales...but in this suburban Halloween drama, Golden brings the horror home.

Christopher Golden is the New York Times bestselling author of Snowblind, Ararat, Of Saints and Shadows, and many other novels. As editor, his anthologies include Seize the Night, Dark Cities, The New Dead, and Hex Life among others. Golden has also written screenplays, radio plays, an animated web series, short stories, non-fiction, and video games. He is one-third of the popular pop culture podcast Three Guys with Beards. Christopher lives with his family in Boston, MD. Find him on Twitter @christophgolden and Instagram christopher_goldenmehr
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KlappentextPerfect for fans of Stephen King and the 1980s nostalgia of Stranger Things. A gripping suburban nightmare from the New York Times-bestselling, Bram-Stoker Award-winning master of horror fiction. It's Halloween night, 1984, in Coventry, Massachusetts, and two families are unravelling. The Barbosas have opened their annual Haunted Woods attraction in the forest behind their house-the house they're about to lose. The Sweeneys are fighting about alcoholism and infidelity on their front lawn. Up the street, high-school senior Vanessa Montez is about to have her secrets exposed during the violent end to the neighbourhood's block party, while down the street, the truth about Ruth and Zack Burgess turns out to be even more horrifying than the rumours ever were. And all the while, mixed in with the trick-or-treaters of all ages, four children who do not belong are walking door to door, merging with the kids of Parmenter Road. Children in vintage costumes with faded, eerie makeup. Children who seem terrified, and who beg the neighbourhood kids to hide them away, to keep them safe from The Cunning Man. There's a small clearing in the woods now that was never there before, and a blackthorn tree that doesn't belong at all. These odd children claim that The Cunning Man is coming for them...and they want the local kids to protect them. But with families falling apart and the community splintered by bitterness, who will save the children of Parmenter Road? New York Times bestselling, Bram Stoker Award-winning author Christopher Golden is best known for his supernatural thrillers set in deadly, distant locales...but in this suburban Halloween drama, Golden brings the horror home.

Christopher Golden is the New York Times bestselling author of Snowblind, Ararat, Of Saints and Shadows, and many other novels. As editor, his anthologies include Seize the Night, Dark Cities, The New Dead, and Hex Life among others. Golden has also written screenplays, radio plays, an animated web series, short stories, non-fiction, and video games. He is one-third of the popular pop culture podcast Three Guys with Beards. Christopher lives with his family in Boston, MD. Find him on Twitter @christophgolden and Instagram christopher_golden
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Leseprobe


VANESSA MONTEZ

When she spotted the little girl putting her hand in Winnie the Pooh s mouth, Vanessa wondered if Pooh would bite it off. For better or worse, that was how her brain worked. She d take something ordinary and boring and think, And then â¦, and something awful would happen. It was a little fantasy game she d played in her head ever since she could remember, mostly to combat the mundaneness of growing up in Coventry, not to mention having John and Lucy Montez as her parents.

Her parents were so boring. She loved them to death. They were literally her best friends and she hugged them every chance she got, but they were forty going on ninety, content to be together, sort of a world unto themselves. It would ve been charming if it wasn t such a snooze. Not that Vanessa wanted any drama between her parents. God knew she d seen enough of her friends going through it with their families. By the time she hit sixth grade, some of her friends parents were already separated or getting divorced, and Jennie Collins s dad even died that year, which was deeply messed up. Then divorce started going around like it was contagious. Kids gossiped about one another s parents, but Vanessa kept her mouth shut, afraid of jinxing her mom and dad.

But there they were, a few years later, and more quietly in love than ever.

Sometimes boring could be wonderful, that was an inescapable truth. But at the end of the day, it was still boring, and Vanessa Montez hadn t been built for that.

Especially not now that she had her driver s license.

Steve, how bad do you really need this? she asked, rolling her eyes. You know it s, like, poison. You re waiting in line for poison.

I do, I do, he replied, grinning that stupid grin he d been winning arguments with since he was four years old. But it s delicious, cheesy poison.

Steve Koenig was a junior, at sixteen too young to have his driver s license, but when Vanessa had gotten hers last week, Steve had been even more excited than she was. He d assumed that she would be his chauffeur from that moment forth, and though Vanessa bitched about it, truth was that she had assumed the same thing. She might be a year older, but she could never stay mad at him. Steve knew her like nobody else. Knew everything about her. Some people thought their friendship was weird, that boys and girls didn t get that close, but Vanessa had never cared much what people thought.

Hence the way she clapped her hands and cheered for the girl working the register at Orange Julius when she finished taking payment from the chubby grandpa in front of them. The old guy should absolutely not have been eating that chili cheese dog. If the cheese and the disgusting animal parts inside the hot dog didn t kill him, the farts the chili gave him later might make his wife stab him in the throat.

Vanessa hoped.

Well done, Sheila! she cried, with the slow clap of sarcasm. You got this.

Sheila shot her the middle finger-which her manager would surely frown upon-and smiled at the next customers in line, a pair of twelve-year-old boys who had been stealing glances back at her. One of them looked over his shoulder while his friend ordered, and Vanessa growled at him, then smiled. The kid blushed and stammered a little when it was his turn to order.

Vanessa liked twelve-year-old boys. They were fun to mess with. In a couple of years, they d be assholes, she was sure, but for now they entertained her.

Would you take a chill pill, please? Steve whispered in her ear. Go and play with Winnie the Pooh.

She scowled. Eat me. I m just trying to encourage Sheila to hurry. I m bored.

You re always bored. And you re gonna get her to spit in my food if you keep it up.

Vanessa smiled. The closest you ll come to kissing her.

You re gross. Go play with Pooh.

Like you don t want to kiss her.

Steve flushed pink. Their little sparring match had ended as such matches always did, with him embarrassed. She knew he didn t have any particular lust for the Orange Julius girl, but he was a sixteen-year-old boy, which from what she d always heard meant he spent half his waking hours and all the sleeping ones with a boner hard enough to hammer nails. Steve was different from most of his species, though. Still horny, yes, but sweet. Uncertain and shy, no idea how to talk to girls other than his lifelong best friend, and awkward as hell anytime Vanessa drew attention to that fact.

Vee, he said, a raspy whisper.

She nodded and whispered as well. Okay, okay. I ll play with Pooh. Get me a soft pretzel.

His eyes widened. He started to berate her for wanting something to eat after giving him no end of shit for having to wait in line, but she laughed and walked toward the center of the food court, where the costumed Winnie the Pooh was waving and nodding and just generally being adorably fluffy for the amusement of parents and little kids. It wasn t a Halloween thing-Pooh Bear was a promo for the toy store deeper into the mall and sometimes wandered around in an attempt to lure unsuspecting consumers to his toy-selling lair.

Vanessa found an empty table. She dragged out a metal chair, its feet screeching against the floor, and plopped down to people-watch. Mostly she was aggressively hunting for people at whom she could glare. There were occasional racists, but mostly it was just dudes of all ages who were checking her out. She wasn t dressed for Halloween any more than Winnie the Pooh, but there weren t many girls in Coventry, Massachusetts, into the things she loved. As far as the typical mall rats were concerned, a Dominican girl whose makeup and hair made her look like Siouxsie Sioux was something to stare at. Okay, she did steal some of her eyeliner and shadow designs from pictures of Siouxsie and the Banshees, but she usually wore a T-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and boots-all black. Nothing sexy, nothing that hugged her body extra tight. It was just men, and boys. Dudes in general. They saw this girl whom they might normally find mildly attractive, but who dressed and behaved like she couldn t give a shit what they thought of her, and her indifference to their dicks made them want to either fuck her or hurt her, or both, in whichever order they could swing it.

Her dad was a man. Steve would be a man someday. She loved them both, would take a bullet for either one of them, so she knew there must be a lot of wonderful guys out there. She just wished the rest of them weren t always doing their best to make her feel nasty.

Vanessa glared reproachfully at a fiftyish guy walking with his daughter, carrying her shopping bags from Tape World and Jordan Marsh. He was with his daughter, but examining Vanessa pretty thoroughly.

What? she snapped. Loudly.

The guy pivoted, guiding his daughter away from the food court. Vanessa smiled, but she didn t feel like smiling at all. She hated the mall so much, couldn t wait to be done with high school so she could get out of the Merrimack Valley. New York City called to her, maybe even Los Angeles, but of course she d never go to LA. Too far from her parents. And that was the great irony of her life. Punks always seemed to hate their parents, but she couldn t bear to think of leaving hers behind.

Here comes your poison! Steve said as he wove through the maze of food court tables. She wondered what people thought, seeing the two of them together-her, this death-punk rocker girl, and him with a stylishly stonewashed denim jacket over a Huey Lewis and the News T-shirt, looking like a John Hughes movie had fucked MTV and borne a child.

Vanessa smiled again, this time for real, as he slid into the chair opposite her. Steve handed over her pretzel, but she also grabbed his Orange Julius and took a big drink from his straw.

Oh, you bitch.

Poison is delicious. She smiled, knowing he could never really be mad at her. It just wasn t in the DNA of their friendship.

The conversation ceased while he chowed on his cheese dog. Vanessa ripped off one loop of her hot pretzel and bit off a hunk. Steve had dragged her out of the house to drive him to Methuen, mostly because he wanted to drift through Chess King and the other shops that sold clothes he didn t think he was cool enough to wear just yet. Coventry wasn t a bad place to grow up, but Steve longed for college just as much as she did. An opportunity for a fresh start. When you re young and in school with the same kids year after year, you start defining yourself before you can even tie your shoes, and by the time you realize that s what you ve been doing, it s too late. They ve all made up their minds about you already. College would be a new beginning, a time when they could both choose to be anything or anyone they wished.

Do you want to hit the arcade? he asked in between bites.

But she knew the answer he was hoping for. Despite his feathered hair and stonewashed jacket, he hadn t come to the mall...
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Autor

Christopher Golden is the New York Times bestselling author of Snowblind, Ararat, Of Saints and Shadows, and many other novels. As editor, his anthologies include Seize the Night, Dark Cities, The New Dead, and Hex Life among others. Golden has also written screenplays, radio plays, an animated web series, short stories, non-fiction, and video games. He is one-third of the popular pop culture podcast Three Guys with Beards. Christopher lives with his family in Boston, MD. Find him on Twitter @christophgolden and Instagram christopher_golden