Eleven-year-old twins Hannah and Anna agree about everything—especially that they don't want to move to the creepy old house on Hemlock Road. But as soon as they move into the house, the twins start disagreeing for the first time in their lives. In fact, it's almost as though something or someone is trying to drive them apart. While Anna settles in, Hannah can't ignore the strange things that keep happening on Hemlock Road. Why does she sense things that no one else in the family does?  It's almost as though someone is trying to talk to her. Someone no one else can hear. Someone angry enough to want revenge. Hannah, are you listening? Is the house haunted? Is Hannah crazy? Or does something in the house want her as a best friend—forever? The Horn Book Magazine , November/December 2011: A spooky old house and a contemporary family come together in this multilayered mystery. Page-turning . . . well above the ordinary. School Library Journal , September 2011: The creep factor is never in doubt. Suggest this one to fans of Mary Downing Hahn who can't get enough chills. Publishers Weekly , July 2011: Chilling and lyrical, Kelley's second novel is a ghost story with a cryptic narrator whose identity gradually comes into focus. The ethereal tone and steady parceling out of warning, clues, and bits of information . . .will keep readers invested in the unfolding mystery. The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books , July 2011: Kelley nails it. This has a pleasing amount of chill for readers who've moved beyond Marion Dane Bauer's gentler elementary spooky tales. Kirkus Reviews , July 2011: It takes a haunted house to break the bond of identical twins. Mounting creepiness with well-placed spine-tingling moments make this scary story perfect for fans of Mary Downing Hahn. JANE KELLEY is the author of the middle-grade novel Nature Girl (Random House, 2010). She lives in Brooklyn with her husband, her daughter, and a black cat who sometimes cries in the night for no apparent reason. 1 "Girls!" No one had said that word in the house on Hemlock Road in an awfully long time. "GIRLS!" A woman stood on the front porch behind a curtain of rain, calling out to somebody. Could she be talking to actual girls? There hadn't been any humans living in the house for over a year. Oh, people drove by to stare. Boys threw their rocks at Halloween. A few ran all the way up to the front porch and boasted they were brave. Sometimes in the spring, when it wasn't so gloomy, people considered moving in. Men tramped through the rooms and asked about the electrical wiring. Women hoped to find charming details under the peeling paint. There was a fancy hall tree mirror by the front door. For some reason, no one liked to see their reflection in that cracked glass. Then, just as summer was ending and the chokeberry bush by the front porch was tinged with red, a man hurried through the rooms. He didn't even look in the attic or the basement. Soon after that, workers replaced the broken windows and swept up the trash. Painters covered the gray walls with white. Furniture was dragged in. The front hall filled with boxes. Only the lazy mice were glad--humans made it so much easier for them to find food. The spiders hated having their webs swept away. After all these years, the bats and some others just wanted to be left alone. And yet everything could be different if girls were in the house. "Come unpack!" There hadn't been any yelling in the house either. There had been screaming. And shrieking. And gasping. And that odd, strangulated flutter from the back of that old man's throat. But there hadn't been any yelling like only mothers could do. The woman had bright orange hair, cut so short it stood up. Her earrings were feathers and bits of cloth. She wore denim trousers, like everybody always did these days. Her shirt had been pieced together in odd and colorful ways. She didn't look at all like a mother. But she was. She was so angry; it was easy to know her thoughts. She was thinking how much work she had to do before her family could sleep in the house that night. She was thinking those girls were plenty old enough to help. She was thinking she hoped it wasn't a mistake to move to this house on Hemlock Road. "Stop hiding in the car!" A silver car was parked in the driveway, not far from the hemlock trees. Rain rattled on its roof. The fogged windows made it difficult to see in or out. But there they were, two girls sitting side by side on the backseat. The girls both had long noses and straight brown hair, cut just above their shoulders. They were identical twins. That was the most wonderful way to have a sister. No one could be jealous of the other when they both had very green eyes. They wore denim shorts and shirts with red words. The blue shirt had a drawing of a pigeon and the words park slope. The orange shirt had a drawing of a squirrel and the words park slope. The girls looked like they were eleven--the most perfect