Finished The Dead Girls Club by Damien Angelica Walters. I received a copy for review.
Summary (from Goodreads):
“A supernatural thriller in the vein of A Head Full of Ghosts about two young girls, a scary story that becomes far too real, and the tragic–and terrifying–consequences that follow one of them into adulthood.
Red Lady, Red Lady, show us your face…
In 1991, Heather Cole and her friends were members of the Dead Girls Club. Obsessed with the macabre, the girls exchanged stories about serial killers and imaginary monsters, like the Red Lady, the spirit of a vengeful witch killed centuries before. Heather knew the stories were just that, until her best friend Becca began insisting the Red Lady was real–and she could prove it.
That belief got Becca killed.
It’s been nearly thirty years, but Heather has never told anyone what really happened that night–that Becca was right and the Red Lady was real. She’s done her best to put that fateful summer, Becca, and the Red Lady, behind her. Until a familiar necklace arrives in the mail, a necklace Heather hasn’t seen since the night Becca died.
The night Heather killed her.
Now, someone else knows what she did…and they’re determined to make Heather pay.”
Stories centered around teen girls and spooky urban legends are really my favorite trope right now, and this is a really fun example. The Red Lady is absolutely terrifying and the way that Becca describes her and the stories that she tells are some of the creepiest I’ve ever heard.
In a lot of ways, Heather never got over the night Becca died (she and the other two friends all stopped speaking to each other not long after) and she’s carried a lot of guilt and questions in the decades since.
This is definitely a scary book but it’s also a good discussion-starter and it has a lot of interesting things to say about female friendship and the obsession that a lot of us have with true crime.
I’m going to be thinking about this one for a while (and if I hear anyone saying my name, I’m not looking).