What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet?
Last year’s hide-’n'-seek champ.
It’s autumn in the heartland, where football rules and homecoming royalty reigns–and full moons don’t just refer to a passing high school varsity bus. But this year, Tressa Jayne Turner isn’t enjoying the frivolity of the season. Our intrepid young reporter is trying to recover from ten days at the Iowa State Fair. After being stalked by a psycho dunk-tank clown, all she wants is a slower pace, some candy corn and toffee apples–and a serious story she can sniff out on her own.
And guess what! She’s in luck. Eccentric and reclusive bestselling writer, Elizabeth Courtney Howard is coming to little ol’ Grandville to conduct some family business and finish her latest book. So, what’s stopping Tressa from scoring this journalistic coup–besides a blackmailing six-foot-two-inch homecoming queen candidate with all the charm of Frankenstein in taffeta, a rival reporter out to scoop his competition, a seance-hosting roommate who happens to be her grandmother, and the sexy Natural Resources ranger-type who could tempt a nun to rethink those vows? Only the fact that the skeletons to uncover in this little expose are all in a closet in Haunted Hollowy Hall–a house only Norman Bates could love.
This could turn out to be one mother of a story…