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Houston Coleman. Peter Stork. Johnny Murphy. Sam made the list in his head, trying to remember the names of every person in Boone who had been taken after dark. How far back did that list stretch? And who would be next? Hopefully no one, if they could help it. He was tired of being told not to...

Laura Rae turned her back on the boys. The movement made her look disinterested but Sam knew she was still listening. She would have walked away or told them to leave if she didn't want to bother with them. "Do you remember my grandfather?" Sam asked. Laura Rae straightened up. "Jack...

Laura Rae Jones. Yeah, who didn't know that old bat. Sam tried to think if he had seen her yesterday at the funeral, but he hadn't really been looking at anyone or anything else but the shiny surface of his brother's coffin. She liked their family well enough. Johnny, of course, was always sweet...

Sam awkwardly tried to hold the Styrofoam container still in his lap with his hurt hand while he shoveled his breakfast into his mouth with the other. He only regretted his rash behavior a little bit. By the time they got to Old Bessy the hot cakes were gone with only crumbs and a layer of syrup...

Sam tried to tell himself that Dallas's unusual quietness was just his being tired. The car felt full of pressure on the ride over, and Sam didn't have the right words to release it. He unbuckled his seat belt as they parked the car, ready to get out and go, to let his legs carry him far and...

Sam tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming that he was walking through the streets of Boone at night. Voices hissed and whispered things to him from the depths of the corn fields. He thought he could hear Johnny somewhere out there, calling for him. Sam delved into the darkness, lost and...

Sam went inside and found his parents and uncle sitting at the round wooden table in the kitchen. There were four chairs, and one was unoccupied. Sam realized with a start that it would remain unoccupied. He wondered if his parents would get rid of it, or put it in storage and only take it out...

Sam stared out the window as Boone slid into place, the familiar corn mazes and fast food joints and side streets all right where they belonged. The Ledges were so close, and yet so far removed and different from Boone. Sometimes to Sam if felt like stepping into an alternate dimension where...

At Dallas's behest, the boys gathered their shoes up and grudgingly followed Quinn out of the park. Quinn's grip remained firmly clasped onto Austin's arm, and Sam's gaze hardly veered from the sight. He wished he had superpowers, like Cyclops or The Scarlet Witch. He wanted nothing more than to...

If given a bit more time, Sam could have managed to force himself to enjoy his time out at the Ledges with Dallas and Austin. But he was still brooding over Johnny and his parents and whatever darkness lurked in the shadows of Boone when Quinn appeared at the edge of the creek, Austin in hand...

Sam looked at Dallas and the anger and determination he saw there was contagious. Dallas was always the level headed one between the two, and the only other time Sam had seem his friend lose it was when his father died. In a fucked up way, losing Johnny made them even. They both understood now...

The shade of the trees beckoned them. Sam and Dallas walked side by side while Austin went along ahead of them, kicking rocks. Sam adjusted his pack on his shoulders, and the spray cans jangled at the bottom of the bag. He had almost forgotten he had brought them, but now that he was out here he...

The anxiety in his chest eased as Sam followed the two brothers back out into the heat to where Dallas's car-turned-oven was waiting to cook them alive. He wordlessly claimed the front seat next to Dallas, as was tradition when the three of them were out and about together. As Dallas started up...

Sam caught the water and chips. He sucked down the first and dug into the second, but his greasy fingers quickly struck the bottom of the bag and searched in desperation for any worthy crumbs. There were none, and his stomach rumbled for more. His mouth watered at the thought of hot and melty...

Margie's words carried after Alice as they ran from Longwood Place. She tried to focus on her friends to keep the guilt at bay. One thing she knew she could count on was that Margie would not tell their mother that Alice had run away with a strange man. It would worry both their mother and...

It was right around the fifth person trying to shove casserole down his throat when Sam had finally had enough. He still wasn't hungry, and everything tasted like a thick, salty paste. There were too many people in their house. It felt like every seat and open space of floor was being occupied...

Nick Murphy kept an eye on his nephew for the rest of the afternoon. After the funeral, close family and friends--and some not so close--returned to the Murphy residence to drop off casseroles and other comfort foods. They hung around to gossip and talk about how sad it was that the eldest...

Alice let herself be led down the stairs to the basement. Her blood was rushing, her mind racing. She squeezed Hatter's hand, trying to ground herself, to remind herself that he was here, this was happening, she wasn't dreaming. Her breath hitched in her throat as she recalled her mother trying...