by Rose Cooper
Then she walked up the path that led to her house, never looking back at the graveyard, and never noticing the dark figures that loomed there.
Ghosts really do exist, she thought. And I communicate with them.
She knew Millie would find a way to contact her again. Anna just hoped the same couldn’t be said about other ghosts.
Too bad nothing stays buried forever.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I have wanted to write this story forever (about ten years). Through all the many, many changes, wonderful people have supported me, and there are a few who deserve a special thanks. Because without you, it would still just be an idea haunting me.
My husband, Carl, and my boys, Christian, Alexander, and Sammy. You understood that when I kicked you out of my room to write, I did it with love. And when I jumped out of dark corners to scare you, it was solely for the purpose of research.
Ann Marie Meyers and Mindy Alyse Weiss, you helped back when this story was just a confession from a mortician’s daughter. You both were incredibly supportive through my tears and my celebrations. And my tears. But we won’t mention that.
My brother, Brandon, for sharing the real-life experiences with me and never laughing at me (to my face) when I tried to hunt for ghosts. I promise not to haunt you in the afterlife. Maybe.
Amie Borst and Niki Moss, two incredible writers and fantastic friends. You helped me in so many ways when I hit a block or needed an extra push of creativity. And you never once complained. What’s your secret?
Kari Ripplinger, my bestie (living), who came to my rescue when I sprained my finger during a deadline. I love you like I love chocolate. And that’s a lot!
Rosemary Stimola, my wonderful agent, it is because of you that I’m able to share my stories with the world. What would I do without you? Please don’t answer that.
Wendy Loggia and the whole amazing team at Random House, thank you for all the hard work and dedication that made this story into an actual book.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rose Cooper is the author/illustrator of Gossip from the Girls’ Room, Rumors from the Boys’ Room, and Secrets from the Sleeping Bag.
When Rose was a teenager, she moved to a tiny town, where her stepdad was a mortician, her mom was a corpse cosmetician, and their house was on cemetery grounds. She lives in Sacramento, California, with her family and makes sure all her texts are to the living.
Visit her at Rose-Cooper.com.
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