THE WICKED DEEP meets RIVERDALE
Still reeling from her dad's mysterious death, Addie Tassle just wants a drama-free senior year. But in her hometown of Sleepy Hollow, the legend of the Headless Horseman resurfaces every Halloween. After a headless rider chases Addie through the cemetery, she realizes there's more lurking in the dark forest than she ever imagined. Following clues embedded in the town's history, Addie races to sever her ties to the Horseman before he kills the people she loves most.
Everything about Philipsburg Manor screamed haunted. White paint oozed over the brick structure, peeling as though someone had scratched the entire surface with their nails. The misshapen shutters exhaled low-pitched croaks. I stuck my hand in my pocket and fingered the ragged edges of the ticket Tamsin had dropped off earlier. It listed Philipsburg as the meeting spot for tonight’s lantern tour, which would guide us across the street and through Sleepy Hollow Cemetery’s cast-iron gates.
I suppressed a shiver. The manor practically had the words Ye With Weak Stomachs: Need Not Enter painted on the front door. Not exactly comforting.
My quickening breaths escaped in a flurry of silver wisps as I approached the people congregated by the entrance. Kerosene lanterns rested at their feet, burning with fervor and illuminating their silhouettes with glints of orange light. Early September wasn’t usually this cold, but I tasted the first whiff of fall air tonight—crisp, a little biting, and slightly smoky, as though someone had used a fire pit and forgotten to stamp out all the coals.
I scanned the crowd for my friends, who’d promised to come bearing moral support and witty commentary. They knew I had one rule for haunted houses and cemeteries: avoid them at all costs.
But tonight, I’d decided to break it.