For readers of Kara Thomas and Karen McManus, an addictive, twisty crime thriller with shades of Serial and Making a Murderer about a closed local murder case that doesn't add up, and a girl who's determined to find the real killer--but not everyone wants her meddling in the past. Everyone in Fairview knows the story. Pretty and popular high school senior Andie Bell was murdered by her boyfriend, Sal Singh, who then killed himself. It was all anyone could talk about. And five years later, Pip sees how the tragedy still haunts her town. But she can't shake the feeling that there was more to what happened that day. She knew Sal when she was a child, and he was always so kind to her. How could he possibly have been a killer? Now a senior herself, Pip decides to reexamine the closed case for her final project, at first just to cast doubt on the original investigation. But soon she discovers a trail of dark secrets that might actually prove Sal innocent . . . and the line between past and present begins to blur. Someone in Fairview doesn't want Pip digging around for answers, and now her own life might be in danger. This is the story of an investigation turned obsession, full of twists and turns and with an ending you'll never expect.

When the dead come back to haunt the living, Lockwood & Co. step in . . . For more than fifty years, the country has been affected by a horrifying epidemic of ghosts. A number of Psychic Investigations Agencies have sprung up to destroy the dangerous apparitions. Lucy Carlyle, a talented young agent, arrives in London hoping for a notable career. Instead she finds herself joining the smallest, most ramshackle agency in the city, run by the charismatic Anthony Lockwood. When one of their cases goes horribly wrong, Lockwood & Co. have one last chance of redemption. Unfortunately this involves spending the night in one of the most haunted houses in England, and trying to escape alive. Set in a city stalked by spectres, The Screaming Staircase is the first in a chilling new series full of suspense, humour and truly terrifying ghosts. Your nights will never be the same again . . .

In the summer of 1994, psychologist Daniel Hill buys a rustic farmhouse nestled in the rolling hills of West Virginia. Along with his wife, Nora, and their teenage daughter, Alice, the family uproots their lives in Ohio and moves south. At first, they are seduced by the natural beauty of the farm and enjoy the bonding experience of fixing the old house, but that all changes when they discover a hidden room in the basement with a well, boarded shut and adorned with crucifixes. Local legends about the previous owner’s predilection for performing exorcisms come to light, but by then, all Hell has broken loose.

There's something wrong with Ashburn House... The ancient building has been the subject of rumours for close to a century. Its owner, Edith, refused to let guests inside and rarely visited the nearby town. Following Edith's death, her sole surviving relative, Adrienne, inherits the property. Adrienne's only possessions are a suitcase of luggage, twenty dollars, and her pet cat. Ashburn House is a lifeline she can't afford to refuse. Adrienne doesn't believe in ghosts, but it's hard to ignore the unease that grows as she explores her new home. Strange messages have been etched into the wallpaper, an old grave is hidden in the forest behind the house, and eerie portraits in the upstairs hall seem to watch her every movement. As she uncovers more of the house's secrets, Adrienne begins to believe the whispered rumours about Ashburn may hold more truth than she ever suspected. The building has a bleak and grisly past, and as she chases the threads of a decades-old mystery, Adrienne realises she's become the prey to something deeply unnatural and intensely resentful. Only one thing is Ashburn's dead are not at rest.

«Se eu tivesse morrido, Mengele teria dado uma injeção letal à minha irmã para fazer uma autópsia dupla. Só me lembro de repetir para mim mesma: tenho de sobreviver, tenho de sobreviver.» Eva Mozes Kor As portas do vagão abriram-se pela primeira vez em muitos dias e a luz do dia brilhou sobre nós. Agarrei bem a mão da minha irmã gémea quando nos empurraram para a plataforma. - Auschwitz? É Auschwitz? Que sítio é este? - Estamos na Alemanha - foi a resposta. Na verdade, estávamos na Polónia, mas os Alemães tinham invadido a Polónia. Era na Polónia alemã que se situavam todos os campos de extermínio. Os cães rosnavam e ladravam. As pessoas do vagão começaram a chorar, a berrar, a gritar todas ao mesmo tempo; todos procuravam os seus familiares à medida que eram afastados uns dos outros. Separavam homens de mulheres, filhos de pais. Um guarda que ia a passar a correr parou bruscamente à nossa frente. Olhou para Miriam e para mim nas nossas roupas a condizer: «Gémeas! Gémeas!», exclamou. Sem dizer uma palavra, agarrou em nós e separou-nos da nossa mãe. Miriam e eu gritámos e chorámos, suplicámos, as nossas vozes perdidas entre o caos, o barulho e o desespero, tentando chegar à nossa mãe, que, por sua vez, tentava seguir-nos, de braços estendidos, com outro guarda a retê-la. Miriam e eu tínhamos sido escolhidas. De repente, estávamos sozinhas. Tínhamos apenas dez anos. E nunca mais voltámos a ver nem o nosso pai nem a nossa mãe.