Cass McBride isn’t sure that David Kirby killed himself because of her stupidnote. The idea of that geek wanting to go out with her was too weird, anyway.Still, she wishes she hadn’t written it. It’s causing her a huge headache, which acouple of Dad’s Xanax and a good night’s sleep will cure. But, instead of wakingup refreshed, Cass instantly knows that something is very wrong. The impenetrabledark, the smell of the earth, the rough wood against her fingers. . . . This is nodream. This is her worst nightmare.

In a novel of mounting terror, where a teenaged girl’s thoughtless act tripsthe switch on a series of horrific events, Gail Giles displays her talent for probingthe adolescent mind’s darkest and most disquieting corners.