I had never written a horror story before. Then I got the opportunity to contribute a story to a middle grade horror anthology (edited by Stephen Jones and illustrated by Randy Broecker), and I jumped at the chance.
Okay, I didn’t really jump at the chance. In fact, I felt like jumping away from the chance. Because it was scary—and not in a horror story kind of way. My husband is the horror writer in this family. Not me! But I had to give it a try.
So I started thinking about what was scary to me. My mind traveled back to the Best Western Motel in Exeter, California. It’s where we would stay when visiting my sister and her family. For a motel, it was nice enough.
Until it wasn’t.
That’s because one day we arrived and found that the paintings on the walls had changed. They had replaced the nondescript, standard issue, pastoral paintings with something else. Something disturbing. I mean, so disturbing that if it hadn’t been the only motel in town, I think I would have made us leave.
Think thick brushstrokes of dark, menacing colors. Swirling. Beckoning. And not in a good way. They were terrifying.
I mean, who picked these paintings? Who thought this was a good idea?
So when I began my story, I decided to take Lucy, Toad, and their parents to the Best Western Motel in Exeter…
For the middle grader who likes to be a little scared, a little disturbed, Scary Stories to Read at Night is available now.












