I should preface this story by mentioning that I let my father borrow one of the advanced copies of The Nightmarys last weekend. Halfway through the week, he called me up to tell me how much he was loving it... which I thought was great. And then... tonight...
As I was making dinner I got a phone call. The caller ID told me it was my dad. I picked up and said hello.
This is what I heard: "You've got to be freaking kidding me!" Nothing else... No hi, howareya... just, "You've got to be freaking kidding me!"
I was like, "What did I do?"
"I'm totally freaking out right now..."
"Your book! I just got off the train and I'm walking home and there's this old man in front of me and he turned around and stared at me and then this streetlight just went out as I walked under it, and... it's the curse, isn't it?"
At this point, I had to laugh. "You're kidding, right?"
"No! There were so many scary scenes right after the next, and then, just when I thought it was over, it got scarier! I can barely breathe. And now I have to go home to an empty, haunted house."
Eek. I certainly didn't mean to do that to him! I apologized profusely.
He told me people are going to sue me for putting them through that...
Now, I really hope no one sues me when they read The Nightmarys, but I suppose if you like scary stories, you might like this one. At least, my dad thinks so!
Just getting excited for everyone else to read it starting in August! It still seems so far away...