“Nothing can wait like an untold secret. And, it’s possible that the secrets themselves know the most terrible secret… that just because you are invisible doesn’t mean that you’re not there. It doesn’t mean that someone can’t by sheer coincidence, stumble upon you. And, with each year that passes, they grow just a little bit bigger. Just a little bit deadlier. And, still, they wait.”
– Molly Stevenson, Amelda Tartan Contest Entry
Amelda Tartan is coming to town. Never before has the little town of Springgate hosted such a celebrated author, and, in honor of her coming, a book contest has been announced. Molly and Natalie are in hot competition to write a mystery worthy of the skills of Amelda Tartan, when Molly gets the regrettable curse of…writer’s block.
No one ever told Molly about the dangers of writing. Words have power, and to her horror and dismay, her (self-admittedly) brilliant opening paragraph detailing the lives of secrets creates a monster that no one can control. Because, now… Molly sees secrets everywhere… Carolyn. Ryan. Natalie.
Even Mrs. Goldmyer. Is it possible that Mrs. Goldmyer, the ultimate knitpicker, has been hiding a deep and terrible secret for years and years? Is it possible that Mrs. Goldmyer is an… axe murderer? What started as a humorous hypothesis, soon becomes all too frighteningly real. Deadly real. Because, somehow, Molly has stumbled upon an invisible secret with feet sunk deep in the past and rotten, gnarled fingers firmly gripping the present. Some secrets, it seems, should stay buried.