Four centuries after the town of Salem, Massachusetts, assumed they had laid their sins to rest, one family moves into the home of legendary author Nathaniel Hawthorne, reigniting a bloody feud between the area’s most sadistic ghost and one of the souls he condemned. Together, four teens must battle an unseen force to shine a light on history’s biggest literary cover-up, provided they can live long enough.
Henrietta wanted to be mad.
She deserved as much.
A month into her senior year and she was busy unpacking the boxes scattered haphazardly around her room. To the untrained eye, it was chaos, but for Henrietta, the chaos calmed her constantly racing mind. Not this time, granted, but usually. No, right now she was shifting between unpacking and scoffing every time she turned and looked out her bedroom window.
Sure, the parts of town she could see were quaint. Picturesque even. It was Salem. But she couldn’t shake the feeling someone was looking over her shoulder. It reminded her of how she felt reading that one Stephen King novel, right before she found out a cannibalistic clown was roaming the sewers. Quaint, but something was wrong.
A knock on the front door made her jump, and she rolled her eyes before trying to slow her racing heart.
Jesus. Calm the hell down.
Then her mom screamed her name up the stairs and she had to start all over.
“This place is a million years old, mother,” she hissed. “I can literally hear everything.”
“That’s wonderful, darling,” her mom replied in a fake cheery tone. “But we have company.”
“I’m, uh, a little busy.”
She swallowed hard as she waited. Meeting people wasn’t what she had in mind today, and her anxiety wasn’t going to let her come out of it unscathed.