IN ONE MOMENT THE HORROR BECOMES YOUR LIFE. IT’S NOT JUST IN THE PAPERS ANYMORE, IT’S ON YOUR HANDS.
Seven years ago when she was called Anita, Kyle and DEnis were her friends. They hadn’t been at first, perhaps she shouldn’t have pushed it, but Denis, bespectacled in thick NHS frames and Kyle, permanently clad in his anorak – were the only takers.
Let out of their south-London comprehensive they spent the long, sticky summer days smoking cigarettes, messing about in the Thames tunnels waiting for something to happen.
And then something did.
The Dead of Summer is a chilling and brilliant story that asks where evil lurks, and what form it takes.