You’d Better Watch Out
Evangeline Clark knows that it is Olivia’s fault!
And it is definitely Miss Faith’s fault for giving her that look. And Declan’s fault for distracting her. Why is everyone else always getting her into trouble, and why is Olivia so horribly perfect?! She’s such a teacher’s pet! It is all their fault, and she is absolutely, definitely not a bully. Although maybe she might be, but that’s beside the point. She was never apologising to perfect Olivia with her perfect test scores. She was very much on board with getting revenge though!
Apparently revenge is another thing on a long list of things she does that her parents do not appreciate. So much so, that Evangeline is now sitting opposite the worst thing to happen to her since Olivia and her perfect test scores. The box containing the hideous looking creature reads ‘The Watching Elf’ and according to her dad, it will follow her wherever she may be causing trouble, so she had better be good from now on. Very good indeed.
There is something extra creepy about the watching elf. Strange things keep happening, and there’s a scuttling noise in the house at night. When her little sister reads her demonic tales from a sketchy looking magazine called ‘The Blood Texts,’ something starts to make sense. But if she is right, then her troubles are far from over, and one wrong move could doom them all.
Frank Cadaver (Colm Field)’s young adult horror debut features protagonist Evangeline Clark, a very bad girl, who had better be very good with immediate effect…or else! Colm Field lives in London with his family, and likes to write new stories on his rusty old phone.
The Blood Texts: You’d Better Watch Out is a dark, gnawing horror that festers inside you until you start to wonder if that mild screaming noise downstairs is just the neighbour’s kid, or if maybe…maybe…something more malevolent has begun. Perhaps be more sensible than this reviewer, and don’t read this book right before you try going to sleep.
A superbly horrifying race against time. A sleep-depriving novel.
Uncle Zeedie
Lacey could not think of anything worse than having to leave all her friends, and her girlfriend Mandy, to go stay with her Uncle Zeedie in the middle of no-wifi, no-phone-signal Wales.
But here she was, on her way to his sprawling, decrepit old manor house, while her little brother George has another fit over the tiny spider that is apparently trying to unalive him in the back seat. Everything was fine before her parents started on about all this divorce nonsense. Why did they have to go and ruin her life like this?
The house is enormous, and it has a pool, but outside of the amazing floating stairs and the hedge animals in the garden, something just smells wrong. The whole place in fact smells like sour milk, and the bread Uncle Zeedie gave them for dinner was mouldy one minute, and fine the next. Odd noises and whispered voices keep George up at night, and there is something very wrong with uncle Zeedie. Not that he is their real uncle anyway, just an old friend of their parents, but why does he speak in that strange way, and why is everything he does just a little…off.
Even more suspicious are the alarming number of ‘Missing Child’ posters in the basement, and Lacey’s new friends tell her stories about the “Death House” she is staying in. To top things off, George has started to see things…eyes in the dark, ghosts in the mirrors. All of them, kids. It’s as if they are trying to warn them about something. With no other houses around, and no one else to blame, could Uncle Zeedie be responsible for all the missing children? And if he was, then how are they supposed to escape when their parents can’t stop arguing for ten seconds to listen to them. Lacey is about to find out that the horrors she imagines are only just the beginning of something far more malevolent. But when she finds out the truth, will it already be too late?
Colm Field’s second young adult horror in The Blood Texts series features protagonist Lacey as she discovers that the fears of children can run far deeper and far darker than one might expect. Hold onto your hats, and grab your preferred cushion of hiding for this one! Colm Field lives in London with his family, and likes to write new stories on his rusty old phone.
The Blood Texts: Uncle Zeedie is a horror that seeps into the bricks of your home until you have to inspect every drain and every split in the wall for things that go bump in the night.
A brilliantly constructed, run for the hills (or don’t because they’re spooky too!) adventure of a book where the horrors just keep coming!
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