Blurb: There’s nowhere to run
But plenty of places to hide…
An idyllic campsite, situated on a picturesque lake, and surrounded by woodland.
Three Groups Of Strangers:
All meet for the first time, each one of them with something to hide.
But someone knows all of their dark their secrets and now they want to play a game…
PLAYTIME JUST GOT DEADLY
This is a classic campfire horror story from Jim Ody, set in the Wiltshire countryside, with a little of the supernatural and a whole lot of creepy!
Various campers – mostly hormonal-filled teen boys and girls, a dysfunctional married couple and their teenage son, a young and madly-in-love couple, a single mother and her pre-teen son – all rock up at camp Tall Trees, hoping for sex, romance, relaxation and an escape from the real world for a while. Unfortunately for them, there is no escape from camp Tall Trees. Someone, or something, is stalking the site, looking for the bad people, and no one is on their best behaviour on holiday. And, adding to the suspense, we gradually realise that everyone involved has a secret or two to uncover – some worse than others.
Expect plenty of gore (including dismemberment), but nothing too graphically detailed as to be distressing. This is definitely the kind of horror story that you would tell around a campfire or at a spooky party, that would then haunt you when you got back to your tent or room, alone, in the dark…!
With nearly every character suspicious or unlikable (or both!), plenty of jump scares and creepy chills, multiple plot twists and turns, and a terrifyingly high body count vs. survivor ratio, this book was a quick and scary read that I couldn’t put down.
Perfect for the spooky season, you should read this one aloud to your friends, with a torch held under your chin. And if you hear Silent Night begin to play… RUN!!!
‘In thirty years of marriage, he’d not known the house to be this quiet when he returned.– Jim Ody, Little Miss Evil
His stomach swirled with anxiety as he looked once again at what was inscribed inside the card.
Sorry to hear about your wife
“Connie!” Desperately he shouted, and forced his weary legs to move into action.
Then there was a smash! And the house was plunged into darkness.
He stopped instantly, just as quickly as he’d begun to move. Paralysed once again.
“Connie?” he repeated, but this time there was no doubt it was with pure fear and panic. “Are you here?”
A movement caught his peripheral vision. He whipped his head around as something, or someone, ran out of sight. Little steps.
And then he heard giggling. A child-like laugh that taunted him.
Jim writes dark psychological/thrillers, Horror and YA books that have endings you won’t see coming, and favours stories packed with wit. He has written over a dozen novels and many more short-stories spanning many genres.
Jim has a very strange sense of humour and is often considered a little odd. When not writing he will be found playing the drums, watching football and eating chocolate. He lives with his long-suffering wife, three beautiful children and two indignant cats in Swindon, Wiltshire UK.
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