{"product_id":"theres-someone-inside-your-house-isbn-9780525426011","title":"There's Someone Inside Your House","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eNow a Netflix Feature Film!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBestseller!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A heart-pounding page-turner with an outstanding cast of characters, a deliciously creepy setting, and an absolutely merciless body count.” –Courtney Summers, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eIt’s been almost a year since Makani Young came to live with her grandmother and she’s still adjusting to her new life in rural Nebraska. Then, one by one, students at her high school begin to die in a series of gruesome murders, each with increasing and grotesque flair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the body count rises and the terror grows closer, can Makani survive the killer’s twisted plan?“Equal parts heart-stopping horror and steamy romance. It’s tons of bloody fun.” —\u003ci\u003eHelloGiggles\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A chilling, fast-paced, horror-inducing story that will have you quickly flipping through the pages to find out what happens.” —\u003ci\u003eBuzzFeed \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Romance and grisly murders crawl into the back seat of the car for a make-out session, producing a read that is as eerie as it is delightful.” —Associated Press\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Addictive.” —\u003ci\u003eBustle \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Truly terrifying.” —\u003ci\u003eHypable\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Absolutely thrilling.” —\u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mixes the wit of modern slasher films like \u003ci\u003eScream \u003c\/i\u003ewith the grounded characters and emotions of contemporary YA.” —\u003ci\u003eMashable\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Readers will be sleeping with one eye open.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDON'T MISS STEPHANIE'S BELOVED ROMANCE TRILOGY—\u003ci\u003eANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eLOLA AND THE BOY NEXT DOOR\u003c\/i\u003e, AND \u003ci\u003eISLA AND THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stephanie Perkins’s characters fall in love the way we all want to, in real time and for good.” —Rainbow Rowell, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stephanie Perkins is the Jane Austen of our generation. Her stories ache, soothe, and leave you breathless with joy; there's true magic in these pages.” —Tahereh Mafi, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Magical\u003ci\u003e. Anna and the French Kiss\u003c\/i\u003e really captures the feeling of being in love.” –Cassandra Clare, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Smart and sensual, \u003ci\u003eAnna and the French Kiss\u003c\/i\u003e is everything your heart is longing for. You'll want to live inside this story forever. More, \u003ci\u003es'il vous plait\u003c\/i\u003e!” —Lisa McMann, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Very sly. Very funny. \u003ci\u003eVery\u003c\/i\u003e romantic. You should date this book.” –Maureen Johnson, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling authorStephanie Perkins is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author and anthology editor of multiple books, including \u003ci\u003eThe Woods Are Always Watching\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eAnna and the French Kiss\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eLola and the Boy Next Door\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eIsla and the Happily Ever After\u003c\/i\u003e. Her contemporary horror novel, \u003ci\u003eThere’s Someone Inside Your House \u003c\/i\u003ewas adapted into a Netflix major motion picture. She has always worked with books—first as a bookseller, then as a librarian, and now as a novelist. Stephanie lives in the mountains of North Carolina with her husband. Every room of their house is painted a different color of the rainbow.The egg-shaped timer was on the welcome mat when she came home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley Whitehall glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting someone behind her. Far in the distance, a red combine rolled through the sallow cornfields. Her father. Harvest time. Her mother was still at work, too, a dental technician at the only practice in town. Which one of them had left it here? The decaying porch boards sagged and splintered beneath Haley’s shifting weight as she picked up the timer. It rattled in her hand. The day had been cold, but the plastic eggshell was warm. Faintly so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer phone rang. It was Brooke, of course.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e. . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley stared out the windows and finished her sandwich. The sun hung low on the horizon. It shone through the cornfields, making the brittle stalks appear soft and dull. Her father was still out there. Somewhere. This time of year, he didn’t let a single ray go to waste. The world looked abandoned. It was the opposite of the loud, colorful, enthusiastic group of people she’d left behind at school. She should have stuck it out. She hated the quiet isolation that permeated her house. It was exhausting in its own way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley made sympathetic noises into the phone—though she had no idea what she was sympathizing \u003ci\u003ewith\u003c\/i\u003e—and stood. She walked her plate back to the kitchen, rinsed off the crumbs, and popped open the dishwasher.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only thing inside it was a dirty butter knife.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley glanced at the sink, which was empty. A frown appeared between her brows. She put the plate into the dishwasher and shook her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Even if we \u003ci\u003ecan\u003c\/i\u003e get the sprayer working,” Brooke was saying, their connection suddenly clear, “I’m not sure enough people will even \u003ci\u003ewant\u003c\/i\u003e to sit in the first three rows. I mean, who goes to the theater to wear ponchos and get drenched in blood?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley sensed that her friend needed vocal reassurance. “It’s Halloween weekend. People will buy the tickets. They’ll think it’s fun.” She took a step toward the stairs, toward her bedroom, and her sneaker connected with a small, hard object. It shot across the floor tiles, skidding and rattling and clattering and clanging, until it smacked into the bottom of the pantry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was the egg timer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaley’s heart stopped. Just for a moment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn uneasy prickling grew under her skin as she moved toward the pantry door, which one of her parents had left ajar. She pushed it closed with her fingertips and then picked up the timer, slowly. As if it were heavy. She could have sworn she’d set it on the countertop, but she must have dropped it to the floor along with her backpack.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“. . . still listening?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe voice barely reached her ears. “Sorry?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I asked if you were still listening to me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sorry,” Haley said again. She stared at the timer. “I must be more tired than I thought. I think I’m gonna crash until my mom gets home.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey hung up, and Haley shoved the phone into the front right pocket of her jeans. She placed the timer back on the countertop. The timer was smooth and white. Innocuous. 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