Manuscript Title: The Friday Night Fright Club
Word Count: 45,000 words
Genre: Upper MG ghost story
Twelve-year-old Nita Adams, President of the Friday Night Fright Club, badly wants to see a ghost. Particularly now that the Fright Club’s in danger of imploding, due to her best friends’ other interests—sports and boys. (After all, how can boys compare to banshees or bhoots—Indian ghosts with backward facing feet?)
There’s trouble, though, with the new girl in school. Destiny claims to be a summoner—even worse, she appears to be taking over Nita’s friends’ minds. It’s a race to see who can summon a spirit first. Ouija boards, spell books, magical lockets, and sneaking into “haunted” houses are all part of the duel.
However, as Nita finds out, some spirits should definitely remain unsummoned. That's because the spirit she unleashes has mayhem and murder on his mind. And if Nita can’t find a way to stop him, someone close to her may very well end up dead.
The skull glowed in the dim light of the battery-powered votive candles. Wisps of fog snaked through its empty eye sockets. Its yellowing teeth grinned as it faced one bedroom wall and then another. Finally, it swooped down and smacked the seventh-grade social studies textbook lying beneath it. A voice rang out. “I, the Mistress of Graves, call this meeting of the Friday Night Fright Club to order."
The voice belonged to Nita Adams, president of the club. She’d been waiting for this moment all week. October was her favorite month—Halloween!—and the weather in Oregon was deliciously spooky. Tonight, the wind roared through the enormous fir trees guarding the ravine behind her house. Rain tapped against her bedroom window. How she wished the tapping was the sound of a ghost, desperate to return to a previous life! She would race to the window and let her in.
An excited shiver ran through her. She peered at her best friends, Brenny Diffendecker and Maddie Cole-Armstrong. Brenny, wide-eyed, looked spooked. Now, to complete the mission and terrify Maddie…
Nita straightened the plastic skull in front of her and flung her arms wide. Vapor from the fogger on her dresser swirled around all three of them. They looked like wraiths.
“I have two words for you,” Nita said. “Bloody Mary.”
Next to her, Brenny stiffened. “No!”
Nita turned the skull to face Maddie. “Bloody Mary, Queen of Horrors, will be with us tonight. What say you, Chief Warrior Priestess?”
“Cool!” Maddie gave a thumbs-up.