Whopperjaw

Can a person be haunted? By the past, by heartache and childhood? By loneliness and duty? By the things one cannot escape and one’s unwanted inheritances?With enough time, all tragedies become ghost stories.In the rustle of the autumn cornfields, the town of Cat’s Cradle, Indiana sits nestled among its wholesome streets, rustic stores, friendly neighbors, and long forgotten secrets.No one really knew what the Whopperjaw was supposed to look like, they just knew the stories about how it haunts the ruins of Copperhead’s Mill. There were conflicting sightings of the thing — never a clear answer. For some people in the town of Cat’s Cradle it’s a fun ghost story to scare teenagers or an old wives tale the old folks at Forest Downs Retirement Community tell their nurses, but for others the stories are a dire warnin and a memory of nightmares they’d rather forget.George Luna saw something unexplainable the day he found his older brother dead on Old Mino Road — a shadow, a shimmer, a thing. Now, thirty years later on Halloween, another teenage boy is found dead in the same way, in the same small town George spent his whole life running away from. Fearing something unnatural is at play, George reluctantly returns to face his past, enlisting the help of local witch, Abe Baxendale, to find the thing that killed his brother before it finds him.Abe Baxendale is liked by some and whispered about by others. Like all of his family, Abe is looked at with suspicion in Cat’s Cradle — being a witch will do that, let alone being related to a notorious family like his.Detective Cortland Bloom is on the hunt for a killer and the trail leads him down old dirt roads to things unknown. Legends shared by teenagers and stories shared by old folks crest on his periphery and there may be more to the sleepy town of Cat’s Cradle than the old detective imagined.Maggie Holbrook has finally found some luck for a change. Things are going great with her boyfriend Grant and she couldn’t be happier. But something from her past, a thing she thought she could ignore, is back and more viscous than ever.Family is more than blood and the past never dies.The dark roots of Cat’s Cradle will be unearthed, one way or another.

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