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Nightmare on Sugar Steet

Knock Knock . . . It's already inside
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A fast-paced, fun and action-packed thriller for young readers aged 8-12. Short chapters. Unexpected twists. Full of adventure, puzzle-solving and even the odd zombie. Perfect for fans of middle-grade kid horror.

Ollie has a little problem. He’s the accidental new owner of a gross-looking toy he doesn’t actually want. At all. And things get a gazillion times worse when he and his friend Luke — who got him into this mess to start with — try to get rid of it. It seems this thing wants Ollie a lot . . . or does it just want him dead?

To Find This Book in Your Country...

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Excerpt
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He smiled at us for the first time, revealing a set of gums, with no teeth to speak of. “Dolls’ house is up there,” he said. “Turn left on the first landing. Ask for Crow.”

“Crow?” I blinked.

“The person in charge of the dolls. That’s Crow.” Another maggot peered out of a nostril like it was testing the air. The zombie’s hand flashed up and grabbed it before it could retreat. “Gotcha,” he muttered, and slurped it down.

“Oh yeah, thanks very much.” Luke gave him a queasy smile.

We headed for the staircase with the suitcase in tow. “Do you think that’s just part of the show?” I whispered. “Like, is that the best makeup ever, or do you think that’s really a . . . he’s really a . . .”

Before I could finish my sentence, the zombie called out from his desk. “Hey, what’s in the suitcase?”

“Oh, just something we think, um, Crow might like,” Luke called back.

The zombie looked like he was about to object when another writhing maggot dropped out of his nose and onto the front of his shirt. He flapped his hands on his chest, not wanting to miss out on another tasty treat.

Luke and I scaled the stairs as quickly as possible. Not just to avoid any more questions, but to shield our eyes from seeing one more squirming maggot going down his toothless piehole.

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