Have you ever kept a secret from even yourself? On one rainless electric night, Frieda Noff will learn the truth about her past, her relationship with her sister, and her hometown’s darkest secrets. It is All Hallows again, twenty years after she went down that fateful gauntlet of haunted houses as a Trick-Or-Treater. She’s finally back, perhaps to stay this time.
A young woman is confronted by the ghosts of her demons when she must return to Leery Lane, the dead-end where she lost an important piece in the puzzle of her past. She and her sibling haven’t spoken in two decades, since that terrible Halloween when Frieda borrowed something that belonged to Francine without permission. She feels that she needs to remember what it was and find the object of contention, somewhere in a row of decrepit Victorians, to repair the rift between sisters. But some secrets are better left buried. A witty blend of Gothic Horror, Humor, Supernatural and Mystery, Leery Lane is a ghost story to curl up with and savor. Take a walk you won’t be able to forget on the creepy side of town . . .
The Illustrated Print Edition features macabre artwork by the author.
E-Book: 27,066 Words
Age Range: 12 and up.
Air pummeled her from behind. A leg encroached, passing the line. A sole and heel firmly met forbidden territory. She posed, scared to exhale. When she did, a tense string of thoughts escaped.
~ from Leery Lane
Adopting a timid pace, she advanced to the manor, Victorian Gothic in design and ambiance. The whole lane exuded a bleakness that gnawed at her like teeth on bone.
~ from Leery Lane
IT WAS THE PLACE kids were warned about from birth. A dun avenue, situated apart, treacherous as a blind alley. One of those streets you knew you shouldn’t go down at night. Or even in the daylight hours. Always there, on the fringe of consciousness. Beyond the range of sidewalks where pools of blackness didn’t outnumber the splashes of light; where your voice could probably still be heard if you cried out. It lurked in a duskier state than the rest of Sunnyside, whether High Noon or the Witching Hour. There was no yellow tape looping the perimeter. No red cautionary beacon adorning its threshold. And no KEEP OUT sign pounded in the earth upon a stake. But there should have been.
She knew all this as she drew a breath on its verge, toeing a narrow line between safe and sorry. The road was bordered by Weeping Willows and other spooky trees that cast grim shadows under moon or sun. Relic houses the town was too craven, too chicken to demolish loomed in a Halloween gauntlet.
Waiting. Whispering her name. “Frieda . . . . .”
Wind gusted; a shudder swept up an icy spine. Instinct rattled her bones, and fright strummed nerves like a ukulele.
(From the Illustrated Print Edition.)
About The Author & Artist
Lori R. Lopez has been a fan of Horror since she was born. She wailed on a jet all the way from California to Hawaii at six months of age, the world’s smallest Scream Queen. From there she went on to haunt the Public Library and local graveyards of Ripon, Wisconsin. The North Woods became her home away from home.
Lori grew up very close to where Ed Gein was being confined and worried he would come to get her at night. There were additional dreads and terrors in her childhood, but she overcame them if not the side-effects, and went on to write works of Horror and Speculation often tinged with humor, Dark Fantasy and Suspense, Weird Fiction and Nonsense, Poetry and song lyrics. She uses her talent for art to create strange covers and illustrations. Lori also has her own way of writing, by her own rules. There are too many stories in her head to ever write them all, but she is trying her best to get down what she can.
Lori cares about hats and animals and kids and monsters, as well as her two sons. She still haunts the occasional graveyard, still watches out for Ed Gein and other spirits, and still loves Horror. Ghost stories are among her favorites. She enjoyed visiting Leery Lane and may eventually move there.