The Haunting of Sunshine Girl
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The Haunting of Sunshine Girl is the first in a frighteningly good new series based on the popular YouTube sensation The Haunting of Sunshine Girl Network, created by Paige McKenzie.
In that place where you're more asleep than awake any more, I hear something else. A phrase uttered in a child's voice, no more than a whisper: Night Night.
Something freaky's going on with Sunshine's new house . . . there's the chill that wraps itself around her bones, the giggling she can hear in the dead of night, and then the strange shadows that lurk in her photographs. But the more weird stuff that happens, the less her mum believes her. Sunshine's always had a quirky affiliation with the past, but this time, history is getting much too close for comfort . . .
If there is something, or someone, haunting her house, what do they want? And what will they do if Sunshine can't help them?
As things become more frightening and dangerous, and the giggles she hears turn to sobs and screams, Sunshine has no choice but to accept what she is, face the test before her and save her mother from a fate worse than death.
elevator is out of order, so we climb the stairs. The floor beneath our feet is marble, so our footsteps echo, and the banister is smooth dark wood, cool beneath my fingers. We don’t see a single other person, and the fluorescent lights that illuminate the hallway are dim, making everything look abandoned and sad. “I guess he’s not the most popular professor,” I whisper. When we reach the fourth floor we’re no longer walking on marble but on linoleum, dark green and dust covered enough to make
believer I happened to befriend since we moved to Ridgemont also happens to be an honor student with a gift for research. What are the odds of such a lucky coincidence? Maybe one day—when we’re not sprinting upstairs and I’m able to actually catch my breath long enough to say more than a syllable at a time—I’ll ask Nolan and he’ll actually want to do the math to calculate the odds. Ashley would think it was nerdy, but I think it’s wonderful. As we race down the hall I get a bad feeling. I mean,
husband know what you were?” Victoria shakes her head, almost smiling at the memory. “No. He thought I was something of a traveling salesman. I didn’t lie, not exactly. I’d told him I traveled the world saving lives. He took it to mean I sold pharmaceutical products. I never corrected him. He wouldn’t have believed me if I had. He was a chemistry teacher. He believed in science, not in spirits.” I nod with understanding. I know what it’s like to live with a nonbeliever. “The winter my family
tell she’s trying to swallow a lump in her throat. I lean forward and put my hand on her knee. This part of the story, at least, I understand completely. I know about the ways mothers and daughters love each other. “The demon drove my husband to drown our daughter.” “Your husband drowned Anna?” My voice is no louder than a whisper. I’m suddenly very glad that I blacked out the Water Works box on my Monopoly board. I wish I’d done it sooner. “No,” Victoria answers firmly. “The demon drowned
died.” He pauses, running his fingers back and forth over my comforter like it’s a keyboard. “Can I tell you something?” “Of course.” “I was telling the truth when I said I came back here to help you, but I also came back because I hate being at my grandparents’ cabin without him there.” Nolan swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down. He glances around the room, his eyes landing on the checkerboard and the Monopoly game. “Are these the games you’re playing with Anna?” he asks, and