{"product_id":"a-tap-at-the-window-isbn-9781662621437","title":"A Tap At the Window","description":"\u003cb\u003eWelcome to Shiver Point, a quiet town where evil stirs and mysteries remain unsolved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe second in a middle-grade horror series that delivers hair-raising chills and nonstop thrills—perfect for \u003ci\u003eGoosebumps \u003c\/i\u003efans.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Shiver Squad is back in action when a creepy-looking scarecrow appears in the abandoned Darkraven Farm—and starts to come alive at night. As they investigate, one thing becomes clear: Shiver Point is in grave danger again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the scarecrow creeps closer to town, Riley is determined to protect her grandad. Using her remarkable engineering skills—and with the gang’s help—she builds a robot to defeat the monster before it unleashes terror in their community. Will Riley’s plan work? And will they save the day once more?Gabriel Dylan is a horror fan and writer for tweens and teens. He is the author of the YA horror novel \u003ci\u003eWhiteout \u003c\/i\u003eand the middle-grade horror \u003ci\u003eShiver Point \u003c\/i\u003eseries.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003eOne Stormy Night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was almost dark when Riley heard the screams.\u003cbr\u003eThey whipped across the fields, carried on the wind, towards the treehouse where she was working on her latest invention.\u003cbr\u003eRiley moved away from her bench to the window, her skin turning cold. Had she imagined the noises? Or had she really heard someone screaming?\u003cbr\u003eA moment later the sounds came again, echoing from somewhere in the distance. But now that Riley listened more closely, she realised that there were other noises too, yells\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand laughter, rising over the low rumble of thunder in the distance.\u003cbr\u003eRiley rubbed her eyes, stared out into the dusk, and tried to work out where the sounds were coming from. Her grandad’s house backed onto fields, miles and miles of them, stretching away as far as she could see. A storm was forecast for tonight, a big one, and with the dark skies that loomed overhead it was hard to make out anything at all.\u003cbr\u003eRiley’s curiosity took over and she moved back towards her bench, digging through a mass of wires and screwdrivers and circuit boards until she found what she was looking for: an old set of binoculars she’d boosted one night when she was bored, improving their magnification while also amplifying the light so they could work in the dark. Switching them on, Riley studied the scene out of the window again.\u003cbr\u003eThere.\u003cbr\u003eFive small figures making their way through the empty fields.\u003cbr\u003eBut why?\u003cbr\u003eRiley fiddled with her binoculars, zooming in so that the grainy silhouettes took shape. The\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003egroup were all kids, around the same age as Riley, laughing and joking as they crossed the fields. Their torches were fixed on a shadowy outline in the distance – an old farm that had sat abandoned for as long as Riley could remember. Slowly, Riley moved her binoculars from one figure to the next, trying to work out what they were doing. Why were they out so late? She couldn’t see their faces, but there was something familiar about them. She shifted her focus to the leader of the group, who had a quick, confident walk and instantly recognisable long blonde hair tied up in pigtails.\u003cbr\u003eRiley felt her breath catch in her throat.\u003cbr\u003eIt was Bethany Blight, Shiver Point’s local bully. But why was she heading towards Darkraven\u003cbr\u003eFarm?\u003cbr\u003eFrom a distance, the silhouette of the main house looked like a skull, its shattered windows resembling empty eye sockets, the boarded-up door a toothless mouth. Deserted fields surrounded the farm and its outbuildings: bare, barren stretches of land dotted with skeletal trees. It certainly wasn’t a place Riley had ever wanted to visit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere were whispers about Darkraven – silly stories that Riley had heard in the playground for years. Rumours that if you listened closely enough on dark winter nights, you could hear ghostly cries and wails from somewhere inside the old farmhouse. That the farm was cursed, and anyone who set foot on the land would suffer a terrible fate. That there was a reason the family who’d once lived there had vanished, and no one new had ever moved in.\u003cbr\u003eBut they were just stories, weren’t they?\u003cbr\u003eRiley felt a chill prickle her skin, slowly fading as she remembered where she lived.\u003cbr\u003eShiver Point.\u003cbr\u003eAnd nothing remotely exciting or interesting\u003cbr\u003eever happened here.\u003cbr\u003eAt least, that used to be the case.\u003cbr\u003eRiley glanced at her phone, sitting on the edge of the workbench, and at the small yellow sticker glued onto the case, the one designed by Alex.\u003cbr\u003eTwo S’s and a wide, toothy grin.\u003cbr\u003eShiver Squad.\u003cbr\u003eIt still felt strange to be part of something, to have friends, after so long on her own. Riley felt like she finally fitted in somewhere, like she’d\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efound people who really understood her, who helped her to forget her problems.\u003cbr\u003eAnd with everything going on in her life right now, she needed that.\u003cbr\u003eRiley’s eyes drifted towards the bulky shape on the workbench – the invention she’d been working on when she’d been distracted by the noises from outside. If she was honest, she was happy to have an excuse to take a break. She’d been fiddling away on her new project since she’d got home from school, and tonight was one of those times when she just couldn’t get things right. Inventing normally came easily to her, but not with this, and Riley knew why. Her new invention mattered, it really mattered. Maybe that was why she was finding it so hard. The air was growing colder now, flecks of rain darting through the treehouse windows and making goosebumps rise on Riley’s bare arms. She flinched at another rumble of thunder from above, threw on a hoodie, then checked the\u003cbr\u003etime on her watch.\u003cbr\u003eAlmost eight. Time to go and help her grandad get ready for bed.\u003cbr\u003eRiley jumped as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky. Nervous about the ferocity of the\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003estorm, she crept back to the treehouse window, checking on Bethany and her little group one last time. They were inside Darkraven’s farmhouse now, the telltale flicker of a torch beam just visible through gaps in the boarded-up windows.\u003cbr\u003eRiley felt an edge of uncertainty, pattering across her scalp like tiny footsteps.\u003cbr\u003eWhat were they doing in there?\u003cbr\u003eAnd what if the old farm wasn’t as empty as everyone thought?\u003cbr\u003eThe place was probably littered with cobwebs, spiders as big as dinner plates hanging in the centre. Riley wouldn’t be surprised if there were rats too, nests of them waiting to scurry in the direction of any visitors in a squeaky, bristling wave. But what if there was something worse in there?\u003cbr\u003eRiley gripped the windowsill, her eyes locked on the distant farm. Something just didn’t feel right about this, about Bethany and her friends exploring the abandoned house, about the storm that was raging above her head. She had an odd conviction that something very bad was about to happen.\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly the torches reappeared. The beams darted left and right, jerking frantically as\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBethany and her little gang sprinted away from Darkraven Farm, back towards Shiver Point. But there was something strange about the torch beams now, the way they blinked and sputtered and flashed on and off, as if they’d all developed some weird malfunction. There were more screams, although this time they were definitely scared, as if all the fun Bethany’s gang had been having earlier had abruptly drained away.\u003cbr\u003eRiley wondered if this time Bethany had bitten off more than she could chew, and there really were giant rats and spiders living in the old farm. With a bit of luck, one of them had dug its fangs into Bethany. Despite herself, Riley felt a mischievous smile pull at her lips.\u003cbr\u003eLightning lit up the sky again, and Riley noticed that Bethany and her gang didn’t look quite as clean as they had minutes before. Their clothes and faces seemed to be covered in something thick and dark and gloopy. Riley wasn’t sure what it was, but as the group passed her grandad’s house and the wind changed, she was sure she could smell something, and it wasn’t good.\u003cbr\u003eRiley lowered her binoculars and turned away. Whatever had spooked Bethany and her friends at the farm, Riley had bigger problems.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe switched off the heater, turned off the light, and took one last look at her new invention before she climbed down the ladder.\u003cbr\u003eTomorrow, she promised herself, she’d fix all the things that were wrong with it.\u003cbr\u003eTomorrow, everything would feel a little brighter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the distance, Darkraven Farm sat alone once more. Overhead, the storm rumbled on, rain trickling through the broken windows and shattered tiles. With its visitors gone, the old farm was still and lifeless.\u003cbr\u003eBut not for long.\u003cbr\u003eA figure crept out from the shadows, hunched and bedraggled, like a rotten corpse pulling itself out of a grave. A rusty pitchfork lay forgotten by the doorway, its three sharp prongs buried in the soil, and the figure reached down, pulling the old tool free.\u003cbr\u003eThen it turned and shuffled towards the open fields.\u003cbr\u003eTowards Shiver Point.","brand":"Astra Young Readers","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48232900690149,"sku":"NP9781662621437","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/a-tap-at-the-window-isbn-9781662621437","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}