Still reeling from his mother’s death, Nat moves with his estranged father into a ramshackle house, haunted by a girl murdered in 1928. At first, Nat rejects rumors that the vengeful ghost has killed every boy to live there. But when green eyes stare from shadowed corners and a bloated corpse floats over his bed, Nat must race to uncover the secrets of Hex House before he becomes the ghost’s next victim.
The old six-sided house watched from its perch on the hill as the man carried the cardboard boxes from the moving van to its porch. Its yellow paint curled in distaste as a golden-haired dog jumped from the van, trotted to a spot on the patchy lawn, and did its business.
It had been many years since anyone had lived inside its walls, but when the ladies in bright green uniforms had arrived and dusted the cobwebs from the wood paneling and scrubbed the scratched floors, the house could feel a change coming.
Despite the inconsiderate dog, after such a long time of neglect, the house was ready to be useful again. Giving a shake of its creaking wooden bones as a strong summer breeze whipped by, the house got ready to open wide its double doors. But then the man brought out a box with a quilt spilling from the open top. A blue quilt with baseballs and bats. A boy’s quilt.
And just like that, the house’s joy dissipated into the surrounding trees. The house wished it could control its locks and keep the man out, but it could not. And so, it would happen all over again. The terrible thing that had happened many times before. She would be back, and there was nothing the house could do to stop her.