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Published by: Leisure Books Publish Date: 1981 On an isolated ranch, three small children have died mysterious and violent deaths. The only survivor is their five-year-old brother, Danny. The only possible suspects are the children's parents... and little Danny himself. The truth lies hidden somewhere in the sinister "castle" on the hill, where a murderer prepares to commit one final, hideous crime! SPECIAL NOTE: The book was originally issued under Ruby's maiden name of R. J. Hendrickson. |
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Published By: TOR Books Publish Date: January 1982 When Jeremy was born in the mansion called Tanglewood, he was beautiful. Felicia closed her eyes, exhausted by giving birth. After all, she was only fourteen. And when she woke, her mother would be after her again. Mrs. Stewart wouldn't believe that Felicia was still a virgin. But it was true... Mrs. Stewart would do anything to prevent scandal. She claimed Jeremy as her own, and forced Felicia to leave the baby to the nurse's care. Then the first nurse quit, and the second, and the third. "But why"? Mrs. Stewart asked. "He never gives any trouble!" They couldn't tell her. Felicia knew. It was his way of calling. Not with words - with tiny, icy hands, touching her in the dark. Always in the dark. And when the light went out, no-one was there. No-one at all... But that was while Jeremy gathered his strength, before people began to die... Jeremy was beautiful. He was - Such A Good Baby. SPECIAL NOTE: This book has been reprinted with a new cover design. |
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Published By: TOR Books Publish Date: August 1983 The lake of placid water was framed in the forested hills of Arkansas. It was a beautiful place for a midnight swim. Ilene dived forward and began to swim. Jerry's long body slipped beside her, his arms breaking the surface of the moon-touched darkness. Then Jerry disappeared, suddenly and silently. Ilene moved back, her eyes searching for Jerry. Where had he gone? Could he be diving into the dark depths? Why didn't he surface? In a sudden spasm of terror, she whirled and swam for shore. She didn't make it. Jerry was the first, and Ilene was the second. How many more would there be before the lake's new owner discovered that there was something in the lake? Something incredibly ancient. Something ravenous. |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: 1983 Once upon a time there lived a sweet little dolly. Her porcelain face was so smooth, just like a baby. Her mouth even had a tiny round hole so she could eat and breathe. But her one beaded glass eye gleamed with mischief and evil. She had waited a long time in the attic for someone to set her free... Once upon a time there lived a sweet little girl. The only place she was happy was in the attic with her dolly. If she could have seen her little doll's legs kick, she would have been frightened. If she could have felt her little doll's arms squeeze, she would have been shocked. But if she could have read her little doll's thoughts, she would have run from the attic forever - for her sweet little dolly only had killing on her mind... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: April 1985 His parents said it would be lots of fun. Two weeks in the mountains with nice Mr. Walker. A perfect vacation for a little boy. But Timmy didn't think it was fun. The closer they got to the cabin, the less friendly Mr. Walker's smile became. The scarier the sound of his voice. The more evil the light in the depths of his eyes. Timmy was surprised to find other children at the cabin. He sensed their dread, heard their nightmarish screams, felt their unspoken terror. But then he peeked through the keyhole of the forbidden locked door and saw the bloodcurdling horror that awaited him. And he knew there was no escape from the deadly welcome of home sweet home! |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: November 1985 It was a stroke of luck. The bizarre death of Miss Beatrice shortly before her trial meant that three-year-old Barry would not be forced to take the stand. You might say she had only gotten her just desserts. And as anyone could see, looking into his serene blue dyes, Barry would soon forget... Miss Beatrice had frightened him. But now Barry wasn't afraid - would never be afraid again. For he had friends that no one else could see. Friends who played with him and kept him safe. Friends who did anything he wanted. It was such fun to watch them play ring-around-the-rosie with grown-ups. Especially when they all fell down...dead. |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: June 1986 The body floated in the depths of the river. Slowly it rose and fell with the shifting waters. The once beautiful eyes were wide and staring. The hair, once as red as copper, had turned a pale lifeless pink, sweeping out strand by strand in a large undulating fan. Trapped beneath the murky waters of the river, she waited... Don't go near the river, his aunt had said. But Kevin wouldn't listen to her. He could see the river from his new bedroom window as it glistened in the moonlight. Something dark and evil was waiting for him there. Something caught in a twilight world between life and death, that beckoned to him in his dreams with skeletal hands and spoke to him through the blackened flesh of decaying lips. Something that once freed, would exact a terrifying, unthinkable revenge... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: 1987 Jessica liked to play make-believe in the old abandoned stone mansion. She liked to pretend that the beautiful golden-haired woman in the portrait was her mother. And that the big dollhouse she had found upstairs was hers, along with the family of dolls who lived there. Sometimes she was sure the dolls had moved all by themselves. Sometimes she even heard them whisper to her. Only instead of calling her Jessica, they always called her "Annabelle"... Annabelle. She had come back to them. The dolls had lived for so long by themselves. With no one to dust them off. Or play with them. Or love them. But now Annabelle had come back. And everything would be just like it was before. Only this time, they'd never let anyone hurt Annabelle. Any anyone who tried would soon discover that pretty dollies can have very ugly tempers... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: September 1987 The paper was yellowed with age and edged in black. The spidery words were elegantly penned: Whosoever possesseth this letter and dares to break this chain shall suffer disaster and death... Abby and Brian knew that they had found. A chain letter. But it was unlike any chain letter their friends had ever gotten. This one was evil - they knew it in their souls. They dared not break this chain. They would send the letter to their special friends. And they would know who had broken the chain - by who had died... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: January 1988 She found it in a garage sale. The size of a large oval grapefruit, it had a long, curving handle, a small lid, and a delicate chain. Seven-year-old Ellen was sure it was Aladdin's lamp and even though it cost a whole week's allowance, she was thrilled with her shiny new treasure. Then the terrible things began to happen. Horrible, unexplainable things. They said she was a bad seed, a child killer, an evil monster. But Ellen hadn't done anything. Except rub her magic lamp to make the genie come out of it... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: April 1988 Amy and Jodi had been scared to stay with their dad for the very first time since the divorce. But living with the traveling carnival for the summer turned out to be fun. The glimmering lights on the midway, riding the ferris wheel, and eating hot dogs and cotton candy for dinner was their idea of pure heaven... But it turned into a hellish nightmare the day Jodi stepped into the amazing House of Illusions. It was there that she saw the clowns, with their big red noses, fluffy white hair, floppy shoes - and deadly grins. It was no illusion that these clowns were hungry for death. And when they set out to kill, they weren't just clowning around... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: November 1988 Haley had always been the quiet child, the sensitive child, the secretive child who liked to go off and play by herself. And so she never told anybody what she saw the day her father died. Never told them about the red striped jump rope wrapped around her father's wrists as he lay in a pool of blood. Or about the other little girl - the one who looked just like Haley - who had taken the jump rope and skipped away, singing a childish tune... Everyone thought it was suicide. Even the police said so. After all, they hadn't seen what Haley had seen - the evidence that her father couldn't have killed himself, not with his hands tied. And Haley wasn't about to tell them. She was too scared. Too scared of seeing that other little girl again. And feeling that jump rope tighten about her own fragile throat... |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: April 1989 Heather's fortune-telling booth was the big hit of the Halloween carnival put on by her sixth-grade class. And it was all due to the strange device the old raggedy man had left on her doorstep. Now people were lining up in droves, eager to have their futures foretold by the little girl with the pendulum swinging eerily under its own power, back and forth... and back and forth... For most, the pendulum predicted good things... births, trips, success... But whenever the small metal arrow sung toward the word DEATH, those people would inevitably die in bizarre and gruesome ways. And they were the lucky ones. For they were spared the most terrifying fate of all - the hideous destiny awaiting those for whom Heather's pendulum promised UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS! |
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Published By: Zebra Books Publish Date: October 1989 Greta and Derek fished the ring out of an abandoned well. It was gold with a dark red jewel that seemed to ripple with streaks of fire. Greta loved the ring so much that she traded Derek her pearl-handled knife for it. Never mind that it was too big for her finger, nine-year-old Greta knew how to pad the ring with tape so that it fit just so. And that was when the strange feeling began to haunt Greta. The terrifying feeling that someone was following her. A shadowy someone who whispered in Greta's ear, urging her to kill. Then the murders began. Just as the unknown someone started to become visible... |