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CHAPTER ONE

 

The grease-slicked hair is a dead giveaway—no pun intended.

So is the loose and faded leather coat, though not as much that as the sideburns. And the way he keeps nodding and flicking his Zippo open and closed in rhythm with his head. He belongs in a chorus line of dancing Jets and Sharks.

Then again, I have an eye for these things. I know what to look for, because Ive seen just about every variety of spook and specter you can imagine.

The hitchhiker haunts a stretch of winding North Carolina road, bordered by unpainted split-rail fences and a whole lot of nothing. Unsuspecting drivers probably pick him up out of boredom, thinking hes just some college kid who reads too much Kerouac.

“My gal, shes waiting for me,” he says now in an excited voice, like hes going to see her the minute we crest the next hill. He taps the lighter hard on the dash, twice, and I glance over to make sure he hasnt left a ding in the panel. This isnt my car. And Ive suffered through eight weeks of lawn work for Mr. Dean, the retired army colonel who lives down the block, just so I could borrow it. For a seventy-year-old man hes got the straightest back Ive ever seen. If I had more time, I couldve spent a summer listening to interesting stories about Vietnam. Instead I cleared shrubs and tilled an eight-by-ten plot for new rosebushes while he watched me with a surly eye, making sure his baby would be safe with this seventeen-year-old kid in an old Rolling Stones t-shirt and his mothers gardening gloves.

To tell the truth, knowing what I was going to use the car for, I felt a little guilty. Its a dusk blue 1969 Camaro Rally Sport, mint condition. Drives smooth as silk and growls around curves. I cant believe he let me take it, yard work or no. But thank god he did, because without it I would have been sunk. It was something the hitchhiker would go for—something worth the trouble of crawling out of the ground.

“She must be pretty nice,” I say without much interest.

“Yeah, man, yeah,” he says and, for the hundredth time since I picked him up five miles ago, I wonder how anyone could possibly not know that hes dead. He sounds like a James Dean movie. And then theres the smell. Not quite rotten but definitely mossy, hanging around him like a fog. How has anyone mistaken him for the living? How has anyone kept him in the car for the ten miles it takes to get to the Lowrens Bridge, where he inevitably grabs the wheel and takes both car and driver into the river? Most likely they were creeped out by his clothes and his voice, and by the smell of bones—that smell they seem to know even though theyve probably never smelled it. But by then its always too late. Theyd made the decision to pick up a hitchhiker, and they werent about to let themselves be scared into going back on it. They rationalized their fears away. People shouldnt do that.

In the passenger seat, the hitchhiker is still talking in this faraway voice about his girl back home, somebody named Lisa, and how shes got the shiniest blond hair and the prettiest red smile, and how theyre going to run off and get married as soon as he gets back hitching from Florida. He was working part of a summer down there for his uncle at a car dealership: the best opportunity to save up for their wedding, even if it did mean they wouldnt see each other for months.

“It mustve been hard, being away from home so long,” I say, and theres actually a little bit of pity in my voice. “But Im sure shell be glad to see you.”

“Yeah, man. Thats what Im talking about. Ive got everything we need, right in my jacket pocket. Well get married and move out to the coast. Ive got a pal out there, Robby. We can stay with him until I get a job working on cars.”

“Sure,” I say. The hitchhiker has this sadly optimistic look on his face, lit up by the moon and the glowing dashlights. He never saw Robby, of course. He never saw his girl Lisa, either. Because two miles up the road in the summer of 1970, he got into a car, probably a lot like this one. And he told whoever was driving that he had a way to start an entire life in his coat pocket.

The locals say that they beat him up pretty good by the bridge and then dragged him back into the trees, where they stabbed him a couple of times and then cut his throat. They pushed his body down an embankment and into one of the tributary streams. Thats where a farmer found it, nearly six months later, wound around with vines, the jaw hanging open in surprise, like he still couldnt believe that he was stuck there.

And now he doesnt know that hes stuck here. None of them ever seem to know. Right now the hitchhiker is whistling and bobbing along to nonexistent music. He probably still hears whatever they were playing the night they killed him.

Hes perfectly pleasant. A nice guy to ride with. But when we get to that bridge, hell be as angry and ugly as anyone youve ever seen. Its reported that his ghost, dubbed unoriginally as the County 12 Hiker, has killed at least a dozen people and injured another eight. But I cant really blame him. He never made it home to see his girl, and now he doesnt want anyone else to get home either.

We pass mile marker twenty-three—the bridge is less than two minutes away. Ive driven this road almost every night since we moved here in the hopes that I would catch his thumb in my headlights, but I had no luck. Not until I got behind the wheel of this Rally Sport. Before this it was just half a summer of the same damn road, the same damn blade tucked under my leg. I hate it when its like that, like some kind of horribly extended fishing trip. But I dont give up on them. They always come around in the end.

I let my foot ease up on the gas.

“Something wrong, friend?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “Only that this isnt my car, and I dont have the cash to fix it if you decide to try to take me off the bridge.”

The hitchhiker laughs, just a little too loudly to be normal. “I think youve been drinking or something tonight, pal. Maybe you ought to just let me off here.”

I realize too late that I shouldnt have said that. I cant let him out. Itd be my luck that hed step out and disappear. Im going to have to kill him while the car is moving or Ill have to do this all over again, and I doubt that Mr. Dean is willing to let the car go for too many more nights. Besides, Im moving to Thunder Bay in three days.

Theres also the thought that Im doing this to this poor bastard all over again. But that thought is fleeting. Hes already dead.

I try to keep the speedometer over fifty—too fast for him to really consider jumping out, but with ghosts you can never be sure. Ill have to work fast.

Its when I reach down to take my blade out from under the leg of my jeans that I see the silhouette of the bridge in the moonlight. Right on cue, the hitchhiker grabs the wheel and yanks it to the left. I try to jerk it back right and slam my foot on the brake. I hear the sound of angry rubber on asphalt and out of the corner of my eye I can see that the hitchhikers face is gone. No more easy Joe, no slicked hair and eager smile. Hes just a mask of rotten skin and bare, black holes, with teeth like dull stones. It looks like hes grinning, but it might just be the effect of his lips peeling off.

Even as the car is fishtailing and trying to stop, I dont have any flashes of my life before my eyes. What would that even be like? A highlight reel of murdered ghosts. Instead I see a series of quick, ordered images of my dead body: one with the steering wheel through my chest, another with my head gone as the rest of me hangs out the missing window.

A tree comes up out of nowhere, aimed right for my drivers side door. I dont have time to swear, just to jerk the wheel and hit the gas, and the tree is behind me. What I dont want to do is make it to the bridge. The car is all over the shoulder and the bridge doesnt have one. Its narrow, and wooden, and outdated.

“Its not so bad, being dead,” the hitchhiker says to me, clawing at my arm, trying to get me off the wheel.

“What about the smell?” I hiss. Through all of this I havent lost my grip on my knife handle. Dont ask me how; my wrist feels like the bones are going to separate in about ten seconds, and Ive been pulled off my seat so that Im hovering over the stick shift. I throw the car into neutral with my hip (should have done that earlier) and pull my blade out fast.

What happens next is kind of a surprise: the skin comes back onto the hitchhikers face, and the green comes back into his eyes. Hes just a kid, staring at my knife. I get the car back under control and hit the brakes.

The jolt from the stop makes him blink. He looks at me.

“I worked all summer for this money,” he says softly. “My girl will kill me if I lose it.”

My heart is pounding from the effort of controlling the lurching car. I dont want to say anything. I just want to get it over with. But instead I hear my voice.

“Your girl will forgive you. I promise.” The knife, my fathers athame, is light in my hand.

“I dont want to do this again,” the hitchhiker whispers.

“This is the last time,” I say, and then I strike, drawing the blade across his throat, opening a yawning black line. The hitchhikers fingers come up to his neck. They try to press the skin back together, but something as dark and thick as oil floods out of the wound and covers him, bleeding not only down over his vintage-era jacket but also up over his face and eyes, into his hair. The hitchhiker doesnt scream as he shrivels, but maybe he cant: his throat was cut and the black fluid has worked its way into his mouth. In less than a minute hes gone, leaving not a trace behind.

I pass my hand over the seat. Its dry. Then I get out of the car and do a walk-around as best I can in the dark, looking for scratches. The tire tread is still smoking and melted. I can hear Mr. Deans teeth grinding. Im leaving town in three days, and now Ill be spending at least one of them putting on a new set of Goodyears. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldnt take the car back until the new tires are on.

 

Copyright © 2011 by Kendare Blake

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SuzG, January 1, 2012 (view all comments by SuzG)
This YA novel is my choice for the 2012 Puddly Award. It's a ghost story, a love story and and a horror story. Somehow Kendare Blake manages all these genres and keeps the story moving and the reader thoroughly entertained. I am looking forward to the sequel in 2012.
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Anna dressed in blood by Kendare Blake

Reviewed by Moirae the fates book reviews.


Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.
So did his father before him, until he was gruesomely murdered by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father's mysterious and deadly athame, Cas travels the country with his kitchen-witch mother and their spirit-sniffing cat. Together they follow legends and local lore, trying to keep up with the murderous dead�"keeping pesky things like the future and friends at bay.
When they arrive in a new town in search of a ghost the locals call Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas doesn't expect anything outside of the ordinary: track, hunt, kill. What he finds instead is a girl entangled in curses and rage, a ghost like he's never faced before. She still wears the dress she wore on the day of her brutal murder in 1958: once white, now stained red and dripping with blood. Since her death, Anna has killed any and every person who has dared to step into the deserted Victorian she used to call home.
But she, for whatever reason, spares Cas's life. (Synopsis provided by goodreads)

This book was really good. The first thing that caught my attention was the font. It was red. I've never had a book that had colored font, it was a really cool touch that added to the story, pure genius whoever had the idea!
I really liked Anna's character, she was unique had she had a lot of depth. She isn't what she appears. I liked Cas, he was fun his character grew a lot from the first to the last page. Thomas' character was great, he made me laugh a lot. Carmel was cute, I found her to be a lot of fun.
I felt like the characters all interacted with one another very well. What I really liked was how Blake showed us what was going on she didn't rely on telling us. She pained a spine chilling story and her imagination is very fertile.
It's not a stretch to say that she is an up in comer in the horror genre, I would go as far to say that she is well on the way to being the Stephen King of YA horror. (I love Stephen King!)
The ending of the book freaked me out! I thoroughly enjoyed every page of this book and I can't wait for book two next year!
I highly recommend this book for fans of the horror genre.


* Reading level: Young Adult
* Hardcover: 320 pages
* Publisher: Tor Teen; First Edition edition (August 30, 2011)
* ISBN-10: 0765328658
* Author: Kendare Blake
* Cover art: Love, love love! The outline of the title has a red tint awesome!
* Overall rating: **** out of 5 stars
* Obtained: Won from Sash and Em thank you!
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780765328656
Author:
Blake, Kendare
Publisher:
Tor Books
Author:
Lindsey, Mary
Author:
Tucholke, April Genevieve
Author:
Vega, Danielle
Subject:
General Juvenile Fiction
Subject:
Children s-Scary Stories
Subject:
Horror & Ghost Stories
Subject:
Love & Romance
Subject:
Paranormal
Edition Description:
Trade paper
Series:
Anna Dressed in Blood Series
Series Volume:
1
Publication Date:
20110831
Binding:
HARDCOVER
Grade Level:
from 7
Language:
English
Pages:
336
Dimensions:
8.25 x 5.5 in 1 lb
Age Level:
from 14

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Product details 336 pages Tor Books - English 9780765328656 Reviews:
"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "Effectively blending horror and romance, Blake (Sleepwalk Society) delivers an exciting and witty gothic ghost story. Seventeen-year-old loner Cas follows in his late father's footsteps, hunting down vengeful ghosts and dispatching them before they can hurt more people. He and his mother (a witch) move from town to town, and his latest target is the titular Anna, a 16-year-old girl killed on the way to a dance in Thunder Bay, Ont., in 1958. When the ghost eviscerates a local in front of Cas, he realizes it will be a much harder struggle than previously anticipated, joining forces with psychic Thomas and popular girl Carmel to discover Anna's history and attempt to free her from her curse without destroying her. Blake occasionally gets too cute — naming a character 'Will Rosenberg' in a story in which characters are aware of Buffy is pushing things, as is the notion that today's small-town teens are all Rules of Attraction. But the pop culture references are generally sharp (Ghostbusters references make for an effective running gag) and on point, and the result is an enjoyable horror tale. Ages 12 — up. (Sept.)" Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
"Synopsis" by ,
A teen ghost hunter sets his sights on the murderous ghost of a girl who has been haunting her house since the '50s: Anna Dressed in Blood.
"Synopsis" by ,
Forgive us, Father, for we have sinned

Brooklyn Stevens sits in a pool of her own blood, tied up and gagged. No one outside of these dank basement walls knows shes here. No one can hear her scream.

 

Sofia Flores knows she shouldnt have gotten involved. When she befriended Riley, Grace, and Alexis on her first day at school, she admired them, with their perfect hair and their good-girl ways. They said they wanted to save Brooklyn. They wanted to help her. Sofia didnt realize they believed Brooklyn was possessed.

 

Now, Riley and the girls are performing an exorcism on Brooklyn—but their idea of an exorcism is closer to torture than salvation. All Sofia wants is to get out of this house. But there is no way out. Sofia cant go against the other girls . . . unless she wants to be next. . . .

 

In this chilling debut, Danielle Vega delivers blood-curdling suspense and terror on every page. By the shockingly twisted end, readers will be faced with the most haunting question of all: Is there evil in all of us?

"Synopsis" by ,
You stop fearing the Devil when you're holding his hand...

Nothing much exciting rolls through Violet White's sleepy, seaside town...until River West comes along. River rents the guesthouse behind Violet's crumbling estate, and as eerie, grim things start to happen, Violet begins to wonder about the boy living in her backyard. Is River just a crooked-smiling liar with pretty eyes and a mysterious past? Or could he be something more? Violet's grandmother always warned her about the Devil, but she never said he could be a dark-haired boy who takes naps in the sun, who likes coffee, who kisses you in a cemetery...who makes you want to kiss back. Violet's already so knee-deep in love, she can't see straight. And that's just how River likes it.

A gothic thriller romance with shades of Stephen King and F. Scott Fitzgerald, set against a creepy summertime backdrop--a must-read for fans of Beautiful Creatures, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer, and Anna Dressed in Blood.

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