Into the Night
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 234
  • Votes 38
  • Parts 9
  • Time 35m
Ongoing, First published Oct 28, 2019
It's been one year since the accident, but Sofie has yet to conquer her fear from it. It isn't until a loved one goes missing, that she swallows her terror and sets out on a journey to bring them home. With the help of her friends and the daylight of summer, the troupe set out on a mission through the seedy residentials of Woods Mill Road, not knowing the dangers that lie ahead them.
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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .