Bonechillers: 13 Twisted Tales of Terror

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It has many twists and turns in the many different adventures. Each story is different. One story is about a boy who every one is mean to so he takes revenge by using to vampires. He realizes they are targeting everyone so he has to stop them.

This reminds me of how in real life people like presidents or mayors or governors don't always do what they said they would. Sometimes they lie, sometimes the Bonechillers is 13 stories full of horror. Sometimes they lie, sometimes they can't do everything. The vampires didn't do what they said they would do. This is a Text to World connection because it connects from the book to real life.

I recommend this book for people who like scary stories and things like that. If you enjoy short tales this has a lot. It is a pretty good book overall. The only thing is I think the depth of the writing could be better. That is why I gave it 3 stars and not 5 stars. This is a good book that I read every October since the first time I got it.

It has 13 different tales in it. My favorite is called "not so imaginary friend" its one of the scarier stories in the book. Feb 07, Rachel rated it it was amazing Shelves: I liked this book. It didn't really scare me, but the stories were made of some very creative ideas. Jan 10, Shell rated it really liked it. Some of the short stories were better than others, but I found all of them very entertaining. My favorite one was Mar 18, Chris rated it liked it. This was pretty good. I wouldn't call them bonechilling, exactly, but there were some genuinely creepy moments. The one about the night parade was particularly eerie.

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She went to the library and shifted through all of the old newspapers, hoping to find some clue in regard to the identity of her brother's very real "imaginary" friend. It took hours, but her efforts paid off at last. She found an article from the s about a woman named Bonnie O'Rourke. Bonnie lived her entire life in the house on Hudson Street. According to the article she'd been a young mother and wife, whose husband was killed in the Civil War. This left Bonnie to care for her little boy, who was just a toddler, all by herself. Unfortunately, the local authorities soon decided that Bonnie and her little boy couldn't get by without her husband to provide for them.

They wanted her to take the boy and live with relatives in San Francisco. But Bonnie refused to leave the house on Hudson Street. She said it was the only home they'd ever known. Because of her stubbornness, the locals decided she wasn't fit to raise her son on her own-they figured she must've gone mad over the loss of her husband.

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So one day they came to the house and took the boy away. Her son was all she'd had left. If she hadn't been slipping into madness before they took him, she certainly lost her sanity after he was gone.

According to the neighbors, she couldn't stand seeing all of the things that reminded her of the boy, yet couldn't bear to leave the house either. So she took a course of action that would seem reasonable only to a woman who'd gone completely insane: A few months later Bonnie plummeted to her death from the window of the attic room where Sarah's little brother now slept. Whether it was suicide or an accident, no one knew. As soon as she'd finished reading, Sarah hurried out of the library and ran home as fast as her legs could carry her.

She now knew that Bonnie was the ghost of a woman who'd had her only son, a boy Henry's very age, torn from her arms. Suddenly Henry's comment about being with Bonnie "for good soon" took on an even more sinister meaning. Sarah was frantic to get home. When she reached Hudson Street she looked up and caught a glimpse of Henry peering down from his bedroom window. She put her head down and ran even harder, and by the time she reached the front lawn she was panting for breath. She looked up again and saw that Henry had opened his window, and was now pushing against the screen with both hands.

Sarah wanted to scream, but found she could only wheeze and pant. She burst through the front door and scrambled up the stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time she reached the landing Henry had succeeded in pushing the screen out and was climbing onto the windowsill. Now Sarah did manage to scream, and her bloodcurdling cry of desperation pierced the silence of the otherwise peaceful neighborhood. She bounded across the small bedroom in three long strides and grabbed for Henry's arm just as he began to slip from the windowsill.

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But she grasped only air. Henry was a few feet beneath the window ledge and slipping down the steep slope of the roof, knocking the shingles loose as he went. The concrete walkway loomed some thirty-five feet below. Sarah stretched herself as far out of the window as possible and made another grab.

The very tips of her fingers slid underneath the collar of her brother's shirt and, just barely, she was able to keep a hold of him. Soon her mother appeared at her shoulder. Kaufman cried, helping her daughter yank Henry the rest of the way into the bedroom. Kaufman was so shaken she couldn't even speak. Sarah pulled the window shut, a great sense of relief washing over her. Now there was no way her mother could deny that Bonnie was a very real and very scary presence.

Almost immediately the family decided to move out of the house on Hudson Street.

And while the arrangements for the move were being made, everyone kept a close eye on Henry. He was never allowed to be alone-he even slept with his mother and father. Sarah felt as though she could relax for the first time in weeks. She didn't hear any more whispering or singing and she was actually able to sleep at night.

In just a few days a new house was located, a moving truck was rented, and all of the family's belongings were packed. And on the last night the family was to spend in the old house, Sarah fell into the deepest sleep she'd enjoyed in a long time. Little Henry was downstairs, safe and snug and in bed with his mother and father. Or so everyone thought. It wasn't singing or whispering that woke Sarah this time. It was the smell of smoke. She woke up choking and could barely breathe. The smoke was drifting into her room in thick clouds that seemed to be rolling down from Henry's old bedroom.

Then she heard Henry's voice and knew that he'd somehow snuck up into the attic room. She wanted to yell "fire" but her throat had filled up with the smoke and she could hardly make a sound. The crackling of the flames soon became audible and the smoke grew ever thicker. Yet Henry prattled on and on, as if he and Bonnie were enjoying a perfectly pleasant evening together. Although it took every ounce of strength she possessed, Sarah started to climb out of bed.

She'd just managed to pull herself to her feet when she heard Henry call out to Bonnie. Don't leave me by myself! And the next thing she knew she was knocked back onto her bed, with a pair of icy cold hands wrapped around her neck. Sarah clawed at her throat, desperately trying to peel off the invisible fingers. But Bonnie was too strong. Sarah began to fear that she'd get the life choked out of her. Bonnie loomed above her, the icy hands tightening. Sarah knew she had to do something if she was going to survive. So, in her extreme desperation, she reached up and shoved her thumbs into the cavernous eye-sockets.

She didn't think a dead person could feel pain, but if it was possible to shock a ghost this certainly did the trick. Bonnie released her chokehold and flew backward, covering her face in her hands and wailing. Either she was surprised at Sarah's boldness or she was ashamed at the sudden reminder of her grotesque deformity. Sarah seized the opportunity and sprang out of the room. She darted up the stairs and into the attic.

Henry was sitting Indian-style next to the rocking chair and crying. She grabbed him by the arm and yanked him off the floor. Then they tumbled back down the stairs, the house becoming an inferno around them. Great, flaming chunks of wood rained down from the ceiling, and the staircase seemed on the verge of collapse. Sarah heard her parents calling for them and fought her way through the smoke. The next thing she knew her father was carrying her out onto the front lawn.

Henry was still crying, but now he was safely cradled in his mother's arms. The fire trucks arrived shortly, their sirens blaring, but it was too late. The fire had spread rapidly, and now it engulfed the entire house. Eventually the firemen would decide that the blaze had begun in Henry's attic bedroom-another unfortunate case of a child playing with matches.

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But Sarah knew there was more to the story. She imagined Bonnie stealthily luring Henry out of the safety of his mother and father's bedroom and all but placing the matches in his hand. Of course none of that mattered now, as the entire family stood by and watched the old house on Hudson Street burn all the way to the ground. And over the crackling of the fire and the crumbling of the walls, they soon heard another sound. This sound was so faint they could barely make it out, but it was almost certainly the sound of a woman singing.

Sarah recognized the melody and knew what was being sung. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support? Learn more about Amazon Prime. These thirteen, spine-tingling tales take young readers into a dark and twisted world of vampires, ghouls, werewolves, and other unspeakable creatures. Watch Estelle struggle against the cruel imposter that only looks like her brother.

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Product details Age Range: Llewellyn Publications August 8, Language: Related Video Shorts 0 Upload your video. Try the Kindle edition and experience these great reading features: Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Great book for a great price! Love all the of stories! Some are more creepy than others, but they are all good! This is a nice spooky book for kids and adults alike and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

I recommend it to everyone that's a fan of scary stories: One person found this helpful 2 people found this helpful. One person found this helpful. This is a good read for kids that won't scare them too much or creep them out.

Even though I did buy this for myself and only picked it because I wanted to try something new, I plan on giving it to my oldest son when he's a little older. It was a fun and quick read and even has a funny little doodle on the corner of each page that my son got a kick out of. This book is really well written, the stories are interesting and can be a little spooky especially on a stormy night.

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