Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Perfect for fans of Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Ray Bradbury You never know what’s lurking out of sight… Dealing with the tragic death of his father, 14-year-old Reggie finds the isolation of the woods near his house comforting. Until one day, a man – stumbling, bleeding, clearly distressed – emerges from the shadows. Reggie hides the man in his treehouse, and helps the stranger recover. Each with stories to share, soon the pair form a strange friendship. But then Reggie learns that his new friend is a ruthless contract killer. And when the killer decides to make a break over the Mexican border, with law enforcement in hot pursuit, Reggie must decide whether to honor the bond with his newfound father figure, or betray it and bring a brutal murderer to justice… A powerful, emotional, thrilling rollercoaster of a read from the author of If You Go Down to the Woods
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Are You Afraid of the Dark?
SETH C. ADAMS
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Adam Contreras 2019
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Ebook Edition © August 2019 ISBN: 9780008347673
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Table of Contents
The whisper-rustle of the grass and trees preceded him, like the conspiratorial murmurings of a gathering mob. Then the bloodied man appeared through the low-hanging branches and thick shrubbery, as if birthed from the trembling foliage.
He stopped when he saw Reggie. His hands pressed to his stomach where the blood soaked through. The scarlet blotch, thick and wet, made Reggie think of an ink stain spreading through the fabric of a nice starched dress shirt.
The man’s face was sweaty and pale. His breath was laboured, but he seemed otherwise calm and serene. Not as if he were bleeding to death, but rather as if he’d just entered a room at a party where he was a distinguished guest.
The man tried a smile; grimaced, stumbled.
Reggie set down the stick he’d been carrying and dropped the rock he’d been launching at wasp nests like a missile. He jogged over to the tall man.
The bloodied man staggered against a stout pine, leaned against it, slid down to a sitting position like a morning runner taking a break on a park bench. Reggie knelt down to offer the man what help he could. It was what you did when someone was in trouble and needed help.
The man stopped him with an upraised hand.
‘No ambulance …’ he coughed. ‘No police …’
He reached into his jacket for something. The effort was too great. He toppled over on his side; rolled over on his back. Looked up into the sky. Blinking, staring up as if at something grand and imposing.
The dusk-red sun shone off the blood in bright daggers of light, so that it seemed almost an astronomical phenomenon. Something caught by Hubble for science textbooks.
Then the man’s eyes closed slowly, like window shutters pulled shut, and his breathing slowed also, the chest moving up and down steadily like a billows coming to rest. It was then it dawned on Reggie that this was serious shit.
He leaned over to pull the man’s jacket open. Saw the bundle of money his hand was resting near in one pocket. As well as the shoulder holster strapped to the man’s side, and the obsidian-black surface of the pistol there.
Reggie wondered which of the two – money or gun – the man had intended to grab.
He took the money, pocketed it, looked around him.
The trees, tall and silent. Summer birds twitting and fluttering from perch to perch. No others watching, only the quiet earth.
He ran home as fast as his legs had ever carried him.
2.
He charged into the house, passing the kitchen in a blur where his mom stood over the sink, the water running and dishes clinking together.
‘What’re you up to?’ her voice bellowed after him as he ran down the hall to the bathroom. The cupboard doors under the sink opened on squeaky hinges, making him wince.
‘Just playing!’ he yelled back at her.
The water continued to run in the kitchen. He was safe for the moment and let his breath out. He grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, sterile pads, aspirin, and gauze from the First Aid kit and shut the cupboard again.
He flashed by the kitchen as fast as the first time, back to the front door and out.
‘Be back for dinner!’ she called after him.
‘Okay!’ he hollered back, already dashing across the yard towards the garage.
Inside he found the old sled leaning against one wall, unused for years, still where his dad had last put it. Reggie found a length of rope also, knotted it around the steering grips of the sled, looped the other end around his shoulder, and hefted the sled across his back.
