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Eddie believes his childhood friend Annabelle Schmell could be in danger when he finds out she has ventured alone into a mysterious section of forest near Linemell called “The Wicked Wood”. A place famous for ghost sightings and a haunting melody that drifts through the treetops, lulling trespassers to sleep. Can Eddie and his trusty friend Dog navigate the forest’s twisted labyrinth of tall pines and stout hardwoods before something bad happens to Annabelle? Find out in this fun middle-grade mystery book, “Eddie & The Wicked Wood.”
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Secrets continue to be unearthed in and around the small town of Linemell. Eddie finds himself venturing into the Wicked Wood to help his friend Annabelle, who has entered the forest to prove rumors that a ghost causing trespassers to fall into a deep and dangerous slumber are true.
“Is a ghost really haunting the Wicked Wood, or could there be another explanation?”
Could events in the Wicked Wood be related to the reptilian presence in Linemell? And even more important, could all these happenings help explain “that mysterious event in Eddie’s past?” These questions and others fill Eddie’s mind, drawing him further and further down the rabbit hole. Will it lead to the answers he’s looking for?
(artwork in the book is Black and White, not in color)
I remember how intimidating reading was for me when I was in middle school. Many of my friends had no problem getting through thick books like “Lord of the Rings” while I struggled with books like “The Box Car Children.” I wanted to read more grown-up books but they were just too long and scary. That’s why when we set out to write “The Curious World of Eddie Billings” series, we did so with the reluctant reader in mind. Here’s how we accomplished that:
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Now, what’s the best way to describe Annabelle Schmell? Well, people might say she was a bright-eyed young lady. That she was friendly and had a way of making others feel comfortable. That she usually wore cute dresses and Mary Jane shoes and loved photography. And all of that would be true. But what most people didn’t know was Annabelle Schmell saw Eddie differently from everyone else.
Eddie had known Annabelle his entire life. When she was five, Annabelle made a habit of intentionally breaking her doll as an excuse to visit Eddie at Mr. Billings’ repair shop. She would do this to get eight-year-old Eddie to fix it for her. Why, you might ask, did she do this? Clearly, she was smitten. But Eddie always saw Annabelle as the naggy little girl his parents made him be nice to. During Eddie’s high-school years Annabelle became a bit more tolerable and even fun to be around at times. But once he graduated, he didn’t see much of her. He still thought of her as an annoying little sister.
Eddie closed his notepad and slid it and the pencil back in his shirt pocket. Annabelle finished crossing the street and plopped down beside him on the bench. She wore a canvas backpack over her navy-blue sweater and toted a drink from the Mighty Mug. Eddie eyed the beverage enviously. The smell was unmistakable.
A Mocha Latte.
Annabelle smiled. “You didn’t answer me. How are you doing?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m doing good. What are you up to?”
“Nothing much. Just got a Mocha Latte and thought I’d work a cryptogram before heading up to The Wicked Wood.” She glanced at Eddie with mischievous eyes. Eddie faked an uninterested laugh as he tried not to take the bait.
“Ha, ha, right, the ‘Wicked Wood.’ That’s just some old wives’ tale made up to scare schoolchildren.”
Eddie sensed Annabelle knew he couldn’t help but wonder why she was going to The Wicked Wood. So he wasn’t surprised when she baited him further.
“Oh, it’s much more than a story,” she said. “Lenny Baskin was snooping around up there a few days ago trying to find the old Moonshiner’s Ghost. And guess what happened?”
Eddie tried to look disinterested. Annabelle lowered her voice to almost a whisper and leaned toward him.
“I’ll tell you what happened. Lenny saw the ghost…right before it put a spell on him.”
“Put a spell on him?” Eddie repeated disdainfully, as he lost interest for real.
“Yeah. He said his head got all foggy and he felt like sleeping.” Annabelle started getting animated. “Next thing he knew, branches and leaves were grabbing him. He said if he hadn’t fought the spell the forest would have eaten him up.” She paused for effect. “Never to be found.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Annabelle, high schoolers have been telling that story for years to scare the lower grades. The spell-casting part is new, but I imagine each year the legend keeps getting more ridiculous. But it isn’t real.”
“You’re one to talk. Why is this story any different than the ones you believe?”
“Because my stories – I mean conspiracies – have tons of data. And I seriously doubt Lenny Baskin actually went to The Wicked Wood.”
“Well it doesn’t matter, I’m going up there anyway. My senior project is called ‘The Legend of The Wicked Wood,’ and whether the legend is true or not, I’m going to have a killer paper.”
“It’s a waste of time. If you want to do a paper on something really interesting you should look into how the government controls people’s minds through milk and tap water. It’s why I only drink distilled water, and never drink milk.”
Annabelle appeared somewhat deflated by Eddie’s remark. She stood up.
“Fine. I’ll leave the conspiracies with ‘tons of data’ to you.” She turned to cross the street.
Eddie had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Annabelle had just shared something with him she was excited about, and he shot it down. Dog moaned a disapproving moan. The kind of moan that says, “You don’t have many friends as it is, so don’t lose this one.”
Eddie watched Annabelle approach her car. The further away she got, the greater the sinking feeling became. He’d never felt that before. Then something else rose up inside him and he called after her.
She quickly turned to look at him, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“Um…Your paper…It’s gonna be killer.”
“Thanks, Eddie!” Annabelle called back across the street as a smile crept onto her face.
“Oh, and uh…” He paused.
Her smile got even bigger. “I will.” She climbed into her car and drove off. As Eddie watched Annabelle drive away, presumably to investigate The Wicked Wood, Dog let out a bark. The kind of bark that says, “Now that’s more like it.”
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