{"product_id":"the-midnight-game-isbn-9780593705568","title":"The Midnight Game","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the next big name in YA thrillers that fans on Book Tok have dubbed, “The CEO of plot twists” comes a classic horror story for a new generation. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSix strangers. One night. But how many survivors?\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a group of six strangers who have only ever spoken on a creepy Deddit thread decide to meet IRL, they have one plan in mind: they are going to play The Midnight Game and summon the Midnight Man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRules of the game are simple: Do not turn on the lights. Do not go to sleep. Do not leave the building.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd once you start the game, you must finish it—there's no other way out...Praise for \u003ci\u003eThe Midnight Game\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"The Midnight Game \u003c\/i\u003eis \u003cb\u003esmart\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003etwisted\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eterrifying\u003c\/b\u003e. A single-sitting read with a wonderful ending—I loved it.\"—Vincent Ralph, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSecrets Never Die\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A \u003cb\u003ecreepy\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eabsorbing\u003c\/b\u003e, plot-driven story.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A \u003cb\u003esimmering\u003c\/b\u003e horror novel. Plentiful \u003cb\u003ehair-raising\u003c\/b\u003e scares.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Murphy effectively includes \u003cb\u003ecreepy tension\u003c\/b\u003e throughout, continually making readers \u003cb\u003equestion everything\u003c\/b\u003e. Fans of Adam Cesare’s \u003ci\u003eClown in a Cornfield\u003c\/i\u003e or Kathryn Foxfield’s \u003ci\u003eTag, You’re Dead\u003c\/i\u003e will \u003cb\u003edevour\u003c\/b\u003e this one.\"—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal \u003c\/i\u003eCynthia Murphy has had a long-standing love affair with all things scary, reading Point Horrors at primary school before graduating to Stephen King in her misguided teens. Studying for a degree in Art History and Archaeology meant that she developed a thirst for anything old, beautiful and very often dead. She tries to combine this with contemporary settings in her writing to make unique and chilling modern stories. Cynthia is married to her best friend and they are ruled by a Romanian rescue dog called Loli.Saturday, July 2, 11:20 p.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Ellie\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e The participants approached cautiously one by one. Some arrived in cars, others on foot, but all of them were alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That was part of the game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ellie watched each of the newcomers hesitate when they arrived at the playground gate, and smiled wryly because she had done the same. She had been there since eleven that evening, sitting cross-legged in a dark little alcove next to a small wooden shed. She hated being late and when she realized she was the first one there, she had thought it would be worth sizing everyone up as they arrived, see if she could try to match some faces with usernames before the game began.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A short figure pushed the gate tentatively. It swung open with a soft squeak, and a girl wearing glasses smiled and took a step inside. She paused, pulled a notebook from her small messenger bag, and scribbled something in it. Then she took something else out--an old-school windup camera, Ellie realized--and took a few snaps of the school and its compact grounds. The school building was an old one, though somehow still in use, and its presence loomed over the narrow street it was set back from. Large dark windows stared out soullessly. It was secluded here too, Ellie mused as she watched the petite girl walk around to the squat temporary classroom that sat outside the main building--“the hut,” Donttalktome12 had called it. Ellie weighed up the area once more. There were houses in running distance if she needed them, but no one close enough to hear them goofing around in there, which was good. She really didn’t need a criminal record over this stupid game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The girl and her bag disappeared into the hut as Ellie waited for the next player. She avoided looking at the vacant windows of the main building. Why were schools so much creepier when they were empty? Was this one particularly sinister because it was so old? It must be. She scanned the walls for a plaque that might give her a date but couldn’t see anything in the dark. She should have brought a flashlight, but . . . you know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rules.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ellie sat up straight as the next two people arrived, almost meeting at the gate simultaneously. She squinted to see a little better. A tall, blond-haired boy dressed in a preppy shirt and sweater combo stepped back, gesturing to the gate in what he clearly thought was a gentlemanly way. The girl to his right dragged her upper lip into a sneer, her lips dark and glossy, and imitated the gesture in such a mocking way that Ellie had to hold in a laugh. A look of bewilderment creased his face as he crossed the threshold and moved closer to Ellie’s hiding place. He was wearing stiff jeans and brown shoes, and something about him screamed money. Ellie decided she would put her life on him being a private schoolboy. He also disappeared into the hut while the new girl lingered outside, finishing a cigarette. The end of it drooped from her lips, glued in place with gloss as she eyed the school buildings. She dropped the butt and stretched, lithe, like a cat, before smashing the burning embers into the playground and marching over to the hut, her Doc Martens echoing on the asphalt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ellie checked her watch and hesitated--she wanted to be the last one to go in, but it was almost half past, and that was when they were supposed to be inside. She ticked people off on one hand as she kept her eyes on the gate. One, camera girl; two, preppy guy; three, goth girl. That meant there were two players left. She flicked at a hangnail as she waited, and realization dawned on her--someone had to have been there before her to open the gates and the hut. Dammit. So there was only one player left, unless they had chickened out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No sooner had she thought it than a figure in red appeared at the gate, or rather bounced through it. This kid had way too much energy for Ellie’s liking already. He tore through the playground and toward the hut, not pausing to look around first. Impulsive, Ellie thought. That might not end well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Once she was sure they were all inside, Ellie stood up. Her legs were stiff from sitting on the cold, hard ground, and she brushed little pieces of gravel from the backs of her legs and denim shorts. She collected her tote bag, took stock of its contents one last time, and swung it on to her shoulder, approaching the hut where they were supposed to meet. Just as she reached the bottom of the ramp that led inside, a silver glimmer caught her eye. On the playground wall, opposite the entrance, was a mirror. She walked over to it, her eyes following the lines of her reflection as it warped, swelling in odd places. She shook her head and laughed, feeling like the kids who must play here. She flipped her immaculately blow-dried hair behind one shoulder and headed up the ramp, turning for a final glance once she reached the door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her reflection was back to normal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Satisfied, Ellie threw her shoulders back, pushed open the door with her mint-green fingernails, and walked into the building.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She had a game to play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e d\/makemebelieve\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 07\/01\/2022 00:01\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Er, no, as it happens. I was going to say, “The question is--is any of it real, or is it just creepypasta?” I am NOT down to play this stuff.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: I’m in! This chat is set to local peeps only, right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: Hell yeah! When and where?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Number 1--no. I am not stupid enough to meet strangers off the internet. Number 2--yes, I set the chat to local users, but only because I wanted local info on this so-called legend. Number 3--repeat number 1. NO.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: But you started this thread, right? And we’re on the d\/makemebelieve subdeddit. You MUST be a bit curious?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: What? You said it was trash a minute ago!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Nah, ignore me. I was just joking around. I’ve never played.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: I know somewhere we can do it. Somewhere we won’t be disturbed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: God, I wish my laptop had a red flag emoji for THAT comment @Donttalktome12 . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: Screw it. I’m in too. Can’t be real, right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: Sweeeeeet!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: So, where we going @Donttalktome12?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: I’ll tell you when @FrenchBanana commits. Then they can lock the chat so it’s just us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 00:07\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: They’ve chickened out, I bet . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 00:09\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Hellllloooooooo?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: You all have to let me interview you after.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: No worries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Same here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: Fine by me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Sure, if we’re stiiiiiiiiiill aliiiiiiiiiive . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: What about you @CreepyTeepee? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: Yeah, whatever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: So? You in? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Fine. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Yay!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Saturday, July 2, 11:29 p.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Mei\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e The room was tiny.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cramped and dusty, like it hadn’t been used for years. Maybe it hadn’t, Mei thought. Maybe that was the point. Donttalktome12 had said the building was in use, but this room clearly hadn’t heard the laughter of children for a while. She counted the other figures in the room--five people now, including her. No one had spoken yet, just awkward nods and faces that screamed “What am I doing here?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Well, this place is a shithole.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mei set her bag down near the door and focused on the voice, her nose wrinkling involuntarily. A tall intimidating girl sat cross-legged on a table by the whiteboard to the left of the room, emanating a “don’t mess with me” aura and a cloud of cigarette smoke. Mei tried to catch the cough that was pushing its way up from her chest and failed miserably, letting out a pathetic little hacking sound. The girl flicked her large eyes over Mei once, rolled them to the sky, and resumed flicking the lid on and off a dried-out marker pen. Mei crouched down into the corner, one hand rummaging in her bag for an inhaler. She grasped the cool plastic gratefully and took two puffs as inconspicuously as she could manage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The room behind her stayed silent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Er, it’s just all this dust.” Mei smiled apologetically as she turned back to face the group.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yeah, it’s pretty grim in here, right? Is this really a school?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mei studied the speaker--tall white guy with floppy blond hair, at least six foot two to Mei’s five foot nothing. He was wearing a polo shirt that gave off a vague impression of entitlement. Rich kid, definitely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “This bit isn’t. Well, it was, kind of, but this was a temporary classroom. The main school flooded one year and some of the kids had to have lessons in here. They’re all back in the main building now, though.” A skinny figure piped up from the opposite side of the room. He was leaning back against a table that had another one upturned on top of it, its legs pointing up to the ceiling. His hood was up, leaving his face mostly covered in shadow. Mei studied him carefully. Was that Donttalktome12? He jerked a thumb to point behind him and she noticed there was a door hidden in the shadows. Yes, he knew his way around. It was definitely him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s still connected through a temporary corridor. I thought this would be a good place to start, though, since the door is wooden. No alarms, all that jazz.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The hairs on Mei’s arm stood on end as a cold breeze tickled her skin. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A wooden door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were really doing this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hi, everyone!” a perky voice cut through the tension just as Mei’s watch beeped its reminder. Eleven thirty. “Hope I’m not late!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Not at all.” Mei rolled her own eyes as another boy jumped up from behind what she assumed was the teacher’s desk, to greet the final member of the group. The girl in the doorway smiled shyly and ducked her head behind a curtain of blond hair that Taylor Swift would be proud of as the boy approached her. “You’re just in time. I’m Reece--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I thought we weren’t using real names,” Mei said, regretting it instantly. Scary girl narrowed her eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “How do you know that’s his real name?” she purred. “He could have made it up.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t . . . I just . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t . . . I just . . . ,” the girl mimicked in a high-pitched whine. “Oh, calm down. You’re way too tense.” She uncrossed her legs and scooted to the edge of the desk, letting her boot-clad feet brush against the worn green carpet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Uh-oh, she’s right, though. I did use my real name.” Reece shrugged, smiling at the newcomer. “Guess I’m not too good at following rules.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mei’s mouth dried up. That was not a good start. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m Ellie.” The blond girl smiled. “I guess we would find out anyway, right? I mean, we have to write our names down. For the ritual.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s true,” scary girl agreed. “I’m Toni.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hugo,” rich boy offered, one meaty hand in the air. “Hugo Winstan--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “First names only, genius,” Toni snarled. She fixed her eyes on Mei. “You?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m Mei,” she managed to say, words tumbling from her mouth in a hurry. “Like the month, just spelled differently. It’s Chinese, I’m half Chinese . . .” She bit her lip, hoping it would stop her nervous rambling. Her voice was smaller than she’d liked. She hadn’t thought she’d be so scared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “And I’m Callum,” the skinny boy in the hoodie spoke up. He approached the rest of the group and placed a bundle in the center of an empty table. Dull golden thumbtacks, a fistful of torn paper, and six pencils, all in varying degrees of falling apart, scattered across the hard surface. “Are you ready to play?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e d\/makemebelieve\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 07\/01\/2022 06:30\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: How we all feeling this bright and sunny morning?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: WTF? What time is it? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: 6:30, just having breakfast. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Take it you’re not an early riser.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: Fell asleep with my headphones in. Didn’t realize I had such a loud alert for this thread. Fuck me up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:32\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Lol. Someone butt-dialed me once when I was asleep with pods in. Scared the life out of me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Morning @FrenchBanana. You still on for our adventure?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Suppose so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: They can’t WAIT ;)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: I’m about to do a bit of research this morning actually. Gotta get the bus to school and it takes FOR. EVER.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: School? How old are you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: Wait--this is a good point.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Morning @User3678 and @CreepyTeepee. Almost the whole gang.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:34\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: I’m here. Not fully awake, but here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Morning @Donttalktome12\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Stop being so cheerful @YeahBoi_121, it’s weird.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Sorry. Just being polite.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: @User3678??? @CreepyTeepee??? What do you mean? What’s a good point?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:35\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Hellllooooo. I need to go soon!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:36\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Isn’t it obvious? Frenchy told us they went to school. Which means they’re seventeen--or younger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: Exactly. None of us actually know each other, do we? What if one of us is lying?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: About what?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: Oh, I dunno. Age. Motivation. Bad intentions. I mean, we’re agreeing to meet up at midnight in God-knows-where. It’s a bit sus, isn’t it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Nah, I don’t believe that. Surely we’re all good eggs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Good eggs? How old are you @YeahBoi_121?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Lol. I guess you’re right, though.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: None of you are murderers or human traffickers, right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:40\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: RIGHT?!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:42\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: No, we’re just a gang of good eggs who are talking about summoning a demon . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:44\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: A WHAT?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: I’m sorry, I must still be dreaming. Who said anything about a DEMON???\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Someone hasn’t done their research . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: You literally just said you didn’t yet either!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Of course I have. A bit, anyway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: You didn’t even search it on here after our chat last night @HotDog45?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: No . . . did everyone else?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Yep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Me too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Donttalktome12: Same. Wanted to know what we were getting ourselves into.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: Damn. I was too tired.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:50\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: So we’re all off to . . . school, or wherever today, right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:51\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: For the record, I turned sixteen last month.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: Anyone else up for sharing their personal details?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e 06:55\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e FrenchBanana: OKKKKKKK . . . right. Gotta run.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e CreepyTeepee: I’m seventeen :)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e YeahBoi_121: Eighteen here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e HotDog45: Yeah, I’m eighteen too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e User3678: Seventeen. 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