{"product_id":"its-watching-isbn-9780593811641","title":"It's Watching","description":"\u003cb\u003eA chilling middle school novel from the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMystery of Locked Rooms\u003c\/i\u003e, three kids must discover who—or what—is terrorizing them after receiving an ominous meme on Halloween night. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A creepy, freaky, fun-as-anything tale.\"—Chuck Wendig, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDust \u0026amp; Grim\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn Halloween night, Josie and her two best friends, Jackson and Alison, sneak into the infamously haunted Bachelor’s Grove cemetery. They are hoping to prove the existence of a famous ghost to secure coveted editorial spots on the school newspaper. Instead, they are chased out by a security guard before they gather any evidence…or so they think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLater, a sinister meme appears on their phones. It’s an image of the “phantom farmhouse,” an evil apparition rumored to appear to unlucky visitors at Bachelor's Grove—luring them in…and never letting them out—with the words \u003ci\u003eI’m watching\u003c\/i\u003e dripping down the screen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSoon, strange and scary things begin to happen all around them. When a second meme from the same number arrives, this time with a countdown, they realize they have only three days to figure out who is terrorizing them. As they investigate, the trio must use their journalistic skills to uncover the truth, or risk becoming a part of the graveyard’s sinister past forever.\u003ci\u003e\"It's Watching \u003c\/i\u003econtinues Lindsay Currie's streak as the \u003cb\u003ego-to author for scary mysteries\u003c\/b\u003e. Highly recommend it for your kid reader.\"—Fleur Bradley, award-winning author of \u003ci\u003eMidnight at the Barclay Hotel\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"In the crowded cornfield of talented middle grade horror writers, Lindsay Currie’s scarecrow stands alone. \u003ci\u003eIt’s Watching\u003c\/i\u003e is yet another \u003cb\u003estellar entry\u003c\/b\u003e in her growing catalog of \u003cb\u003ethe best spooky books for kids\u003c\/b\u003e and kids at heart!\"—Matt McMann, author of the Monsterious series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Currie has shown herself to be a \u003cb\u003emaster of middle grade scary stories\u003c\/b\u003e, joining illustrious authors like Mary Downing Hahn, RL Stein and Dan Poblocki. With compelling characters, foreboding events, and high suspense, \u003ci\u003eIt’s Watching\u003c\/i\u003e is sure to be a favorite.\"—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"To remember is to honor the past, and \u003cb\u003eCurrie’s Gothic problem-solving horror \u003c\/b\u003ecombines the best of local history with community action. \u003cb\u003eHighly recommended\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A \u003cb\u003eshivery\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eghostly\u003c\/b\u003e mystery.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"The \u003cb\u003echills\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003ethrills\u003c\/b\u003e of \u003ci\u003eGoosebumps\u003c\/i\u003e. The frights come \u003cb\u003efast\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003econsistent\u003c\/b\u003e for readers, but the resolution will return them back to the importance of telling stories, even the scary, uncomfortable ones, the right way.\"—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"An \u003cb\u003eeerie mystery\u003c\/b\u003e boasting horror-movie scares with an assuring tale of friendship at its center.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Brimming with \u003cb\u003ecreepy imagery\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eunsettling scenarios\u003c\/b\u003e, Currie’s latest supernatural mystery is bound to \u003cb\u003ethrill\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003cb\u003eLone Star Reading List\u003c\/b\u003e selection!Lindsay Currie is a #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of mysteries for young readers, including the Delta Games series and \u003ci\u003eIt's Watching.\u003c\/i\u003e She grew up on Nancy Drew and loves a good twisty tale.  When she's not writing, Lindsay can generally be found looking for an adventure of her own. She loves researching forgotten history and recently relocated from Chicago to a 220 acre farm in downstate Illinois where she finally gets to see stars every night, and take hikes every day.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Go Time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I lace up my old hiking boots, which are at least a half size too small, and brace myself for what Jackson, Alison, and I are about to do. Gritting my teeth, I ignore the pinch in my toes and imagine the article I’ll be able to write after -tonight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e THE LADY IN WHITE: FACT OR FICTION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eby Josie Trainor, Alison Woskin, and Jackson Leeds\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The \u003ci\u003eLady in White.\u003c\/i\u003e It’s a legend we’ve all heard. Maybe you heard it for the first time at a sleepover where no one ended up sleeping. Or at camp over a roaring fire and s’mores. Or maybe you heard it from a friend who loves ghost stories. However you first learned about this spine-­chilling ghost legend, we bet you’ll never forget it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But is the Lady in White real? Keep reading to find out!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My heart pounds harder just thinking about it. No, it’s not the type of article I’d usually write with my friends, but it’s the type of article I \u003ci\u003eneed\u003c\/i\u003e to write. There are five rules of journalism, and even though “take risks” isn’t one of them, it should be. Sometimes getting an exciting story is dangerous, and a good journalist needs to be brave.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There’s a series of quick, hard knocks on my front door. I clomp--hobble over to it, one boot still untied. Looking through the peephole, I see that the person not--so--patiently waiting on the other side is my best friend, Alison. Her mouth is downturned, her face wrinkling as a blast of wind hits her from behind. I open the door just as she lifts her hand to knock again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Sheesh, Josie. What took you so long?” she asks, pushing her way past me. Her long blond hair is in a ponytail that’s tucked up under the hood of her rain jacket. Tendrils are spilling out and dripping water down the plasticky front. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I can’t help it; I laugh. Alison \u003ci\u003elooks\u003c\/i\u003e like a cool girl: trendy clothes, perfect hair, and makeup skills even high schoolers would be jealous of. But she’s still a dork. She has all these sayings that make her sound like someone’s grandma instead of the twelve--year--old she is. \u003ci\u003eRaining cats and dogs\u003c\/i\u003e is definitely one of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She rolls her eyes at me and shrugs the duffel bag off her shoulder, tossing it into the corner of our entryway. “Whatever. Is Jackson here yet?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shuffle back to the couch, careful not to step on my dangling laces. “What do you think?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ugh. Of course he’s not. Did you tell him to meet us at four--fifteen instead of four--thirty, like we agreed?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yup,” I answer. “Maybe I should have told him four, though. He’s not good at being on time.” Seriously, the guy was late to a meeting at school \u003ci\u003eabout how often he’s late to school.\u003c\/i\u003e It’s like he’s in a different time zone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Alison fishes her phone out of her pocket and taps the screen. “It’s already four--thirty--five. Normally I’d say let’s just wait, but tonight is . . . uhh, different.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I snort. No kidding tonight is different. Instead of making popcorn and bingeing candy while we watch scary movies like we normally would on Halloween, we’ll be sneaking around Bachelor’s Grove, a two--hundred--year--old cemetery. Not just any two--hundred--year--old cemetery, either. A two--hundred--year--old cemetery that is considered one of the most haunted places in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My eyes glide to the Halloween display Mom arranges every year on a table in the corner of the living room.  I honestly love the little light--up buildings and figures. There’s a ghostly library, a spooky theme park, and even an eerie mansion. They’re all so detailed, too. Like someone shrank down an actual haunted village. I squint at the figure I like the most. It’s a mummy. He’s got both arms stretched out in front of him and is walking past an old--fashioned light post that has a pile of jack--o’--lanterns lit up at the -bottom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Something about the mummy makes me a little sad tonight even though his expression is happy. I get it: Halloween is a blast. Right now, it’s all fake cobwebs and plastic headstones and trick--or--treaters outside. But in here things are so much more serious. I want to write this article, I do. But I wish we weren’t giving up the most fun night in the world to do it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There’s another knock at the door. Alison motions for me to finish with my boots while she answers it. Jackson bursts in like a tornado. He’s wearing a black puffy coat, jeans, and the biggest snow boots I’ve ever seen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What . . . what are you wearing those for?” Alison asks, laughing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jackson’s dark eyebrows scrunch up. “You guys said to wear boots!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We’re going to a cemetery, not the ski slopes!” she says, her eyes still lit with amusement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Well, excuuuuuse me,” he retorts. “Some of us don’t have rain boots, and we have to wear snow boots.” Folding both arms over his puffy chest, he nods at Alison’s boots. “It’s pretty cold out, Al. Hope your piggies don’t freeze in those. They look awfully thin.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Alison looks down at her pale blue boots—-which are adorable but, yes, thin--looking—-and scowls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jackson smirks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “No fighting,” I say, stepping between them like a referee. I take Jackson’s backpack and toss it on top of Alison’s. “We don’t have time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jackson pulls his hood down, letting his trademark floppy brown hair tumble out. It always looks like he just woke up, but somehow it works. I wouldn’t say girls at Summit Hill Junior High \u003ci\u003elike\u003c\/i\u003e like Jackson, but they notice him. Between the wild hair and clothing choices like the snow boots, I guess it’s hard not to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “So,” Alison starts, “you guys sure you’re ready for this?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I nod without hesitating. We have to be ready. I met Jackson and Alison our first week of sixth grade because we all showed up for a meeting about being on the school newspaper. Since then, we’ve been . . . how does Alison say it? Oh yeah, three peas in a pod. We even created a column that runs every month called “The Magnifying Glass,” where we investigate and report news from our school and town. To be honest, the articles are usually pretty boring, but we never miss a deadline. Problem is, not missing deadlines isn’t enough to get us editorial spots on the paper next year in eighth grade. Not when there are only three spots, and people like Trisha Harvey and Andrew Konsky want them, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No, to get those spots we need to make a name for ourselves. We need to write an article everyone in the whole school reads and talks about for days. Maybe even weeks! And that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Tonight, in Bachelor’s Grove, we’ll find out if the Lady in White is real or not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m more than ready. Just wish we could ride our bikes or take the bus or something. My parents don’t really love me taking Ubers,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We can’t bike anywhere in this weather. And definitely not in the dark.” Alison swipes across her phone screen a few times and sighs. “I don’t think the city buses even go out there, do they?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Doubt it. There’s isn’t much around there except the forest preserve. You sure the Uber will pick us up?” Jackson asks. “I think you’re supposed to be eighteen, and not to sound like a jerk or anything, but Alison is the only one of us that even looks fifteen.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “They aren’t going to ask us for ID. But if they do, we’ll find another way.” I say this confidently even though I have no clue what our other way would be. There’s zero chance we could convince Alison’s older brother to drive us around, and Jackson’s sister is the worst driver I’ve ever seen. 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