Being Dead

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A sixteen-year-old will give anything to be with her true love—even though he died two hundred years ago. . . . A sopping-wet little dead girl stalks a teen who had nothing to do with her death—honest! . . . A heartless man dances with his wife—after she's passed away.

From the hilarious to the horrific, master storyteller Vivian Vande Velde explores the world of the dead—and the undead—in this surprisingly moving collection of unnerving tales....

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Overview

A sixteen-year-old will give anything to be with her true love—even though he died two hundred years ago. . . . A sopping-wet little dead girl stalks a teen who had nothing to do with her death—honest! . . . A heartless man dances with his wife—after she's passed away.

From the hilarious to the horrific, master storyteller Vivian Vande Velde explores the world of the dead—and the undead—in this surprisingly moving collection of unnerving tales.

Seven supernatural stories, all having something to do with death.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"It'll make you want to sleep with the lights on."—Teen People

"These spirits are destined to find their audience."—Booklist

"There are no duds here. . . . Vande Velde again chills, charms, moves, and startles with her customary effectiveness."—Kirkus Reviews

VOYA
In this collection of seven short stories by the well-known writer of the supernatural, at least one character in each story is dead. In Drop Dead, a teenager is haunted by the girl she unknowingly has killed. In Shadow Brother, a soldier who is killed in Vietnam might be haunting the father who convinced him to enlist in the war. A man's wife returns from the dead for an endless dance in Dancing with Marjorie's Ghost, and a dying girl in October Chill meets a cute Colonial boy in the museum where she volunteers. In each story, there is a twist to the ending although it is not necessarily scary. Often humorous and sometimes evoking sympathy, this anthology will be enjoyed by lovers of mild horror as well as by those who like clever short stories. Vande Velde again sneaks in some historical background to make this collection similar to her Curses Inc. and Other Stories (Harcourt Brace, 1997/VOYA June 1997) and Tales from the Brothers Grimm and the Sister Weird (1995). The age appropriateness of the book seems to vary from story to story, some acceptable for as young as fifth grade and others more understandable for readers in high school. Several stories would work well for storytelling. VOYA CODES:4Q 4P M J (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses;Broad general YA appeal;Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8;Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2001, Harcourt, 228p, $17. Ages 11 to 15. Reviewer:Jennifer Bromann—VOYA, December 2001 (Vol. 24, No. 5)
KLIATT
This collection of seven ghost stories is told from a teenager's perspective. The tales are creepy but not scary. The first one, "Drop by Drop," has the biggest final twist. Brenda, a 16-year-old, is forced to move into the country with her family and finds an annoying little girl ghost in the new house. The ghost girl pulls typical ghost pranks like calling her on a dead phone line. As the story goes on, clues are given as to the real reason the little girl is appearing in the house, but Velde manages to hide these clues within typical teenage and parental interactions. Brenda is annoyed that her parents assume she ruined the alignment on the car, and is distressed that there is nothing to do in the new town. When the reader discovers that the real reason the little girl is haunting the house is because Brenda caused her death, it is a surprise to all, including Brenda. This fits in with the tradition of campfire-style, surprise-ending ghost stories. Not all of the stories are traditional. For example, "Shadow Brother" is a psychological thriller. Sarah used to listen to the arguments that her brother Kevin had with their father about the Vietnam War. Kevin opposed the war but sadly he died in it anyway. Their father goes off the deep end. He is consumed with guilt, and maybe by Kevin's ghost. This story is thought provoking and melancholy. "October Chill," on the other hand, is a love story. Emily, who is dying, falls in love and has a last romance with a teenage boy who has been dead for hundreds of years. The title of the book is derived from the last story, in which a paperboy from the 1930s tells of his untimely death. He settles his score with the bully he worked with, and is ableto say goodbye to his mother, in the final tear-jerking scene. These short stories are gripping and varied. They are a good choice for reluctant readers, or for anyone who likes ghost stories. KLIATT Codes: JS-Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2001, Harcourt, Brace, 203p., Ages 12 to 18.
— Bethan Steward
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-Horror fans will love these seven deliciously creepy tales featuring ghosts, cemeteries, suicides, murders, and other death-related themes. Most of the selections deal with everyday teens in seemingly ordinary situations; readers will settle in, confident that they know what to expect, only to receive a spine-tingling jolt as they hit one of the collection's many gruesome twists and turns. The first story, "Drop by Drop," shows the author's macabre imagination at its best. Sixteen-year-old Brenda is understandably disgruntled when her parents whisk her away from her friends and her life in the city. Worse, their new house in a small town appears to be haunted. In one shivery scene, a disembodied hand touches her through her waterbed mattress, and Brenda spends the night on the couch. Clues turn up: a missing little girl, a foul smell from the woods, a dripping ghost. But just when it seems that Brenda will solve the mystery, the truth comes out-and most readers will be reeling with shock. In another story, a boy killed in Vietnam returns to haunt the father who forced him to enlist-or does he? In "October Chill," a terminally ill girl falls for the ghost of a teen from Colonial times. None of the stories are gory, but they are all quite dark. Recommend this title to teens who don't want happy-ever-after endings.-Miranda Doyle, San Francisco Public Library Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Dead but not quite gone, specters in these seven stories rise up to harry the living, meet lovers, take care of unfinished business, or some combination thereof. There are no duds here: a harsh widower's recently buried wife returns to dance him into her grave; a young woman with brain cancer falls in love with a man over 200 years dead; "Drop By Drop" a hit-and-run victim drives a seemingly innocent teenager into an anguished confession. "The Ghost" is a cleverly written tale with a surprise narrator, and in the title story, a Depression Era newsboy killed by a jumper resists the Voice ("Sort of like Lowell Thomas, only not so full of himself"), calling him to eternal bliss until he sees his earnings conveyed to his mother. Here, veteran short-story writer Vande Velde (Alison, Who Went Away, p. 266, etc.) again chills, charms, moves, and startles with her customary effectiveness. (Short stories. 10-13)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780152049126
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 9/1/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 495,230
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 6.98 (w) x 4.48 (h) x 0.58 (d)

Meet the Author

Vivian Vande Velde has written many books for teen and middle grade readers, including Heir Apparent , User Unfriendly , All Hallow's Eve: 13 Stories, Three Good Deeds, Now You See It ..., and the Edgar Award–winning Never Trust a Dead Man. She lives in Rochester, New York. Visit her website at www.vivianvandevelde.com.

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The first thing I remember about Saturday was I had a headache that felt as though tiny aliens were trying to chew their way out of my head through my left eyeball, and my brother, Danny, was being obnoxious. I mean, I know I'd gotten up earlier, because there I was, dressed and in the car, but mercifully I had no memory of that. For me the day started in the car.

Danny's earphones leaked a tinny stream of rap. The beat was as effective on my headache as someone smacking the side of my head with a Ping-Pong paddle. At the same time, he was stabbing at the keys of some handheld electronic game that kept beeping and playing its own annoying little tune every time he scored. And then he'd crow, "Yes!" as though he were winning at something worthwhile.

In the front seat Mom had cranked up her own music to drown him out. Probably as a concession to us, she hadn't put in one of her opera tapes, but The Little Mermaid wasn't much better. There's nothing like Sebastian the crab howling "Under the Sea" to start off your morning right.

Dad was smart enough to be driving the rented U-Haul without us.

Danny had his feet crossed up on the seat, so that his knee kept jabbing me in the side. And his stack of coloring books and comic books and snack bags had tipped over onto me, too.

Ten o'clock in the morning, and the car's air-conditioning was already losing its battle with the August heat.

I shoved Danny and he shoved back.

"Mom," I complained, "Danny's crowding me."

"Ma," chimed in Danny, "Brenda didn't brush her teeth this morning, and she's breathing morning breath all over me."

"Stop fighting." Mom never even looked back to see how much of the seat Danny was taking. "We're almost there." If she had been a concerned parent, she would have let me sit up front instead of subjecting me to Danny. But the front seat was reserved for transporting plants that she had to keep an eye on so they wouldn't tip. It's a sad state of affairs when a coleus takes precedence over a family's firstborn child. Then again, if my mother or father were concerned parents, we wouldn't be moving in the first place.

"How close is 'almost there'?" I asked.

"Half an hour till our exit, then another forty minutes to the house."

An hour and ten minutes is not almost there. It barely qualified as halfway there.

"I have a headache, and I think I'm getting carsick."

"Oh, Brenda," Mom said, "you don't get carsick."

Easy for her to say.

Danny said, "She went out drinking with her friends, and now she's hungover. That's why her eyes are all red. Either that, or she's turning into a vampire."

I curled my lip at him in a snarl. "If I ever did become a vampire, I know who my first victim would be."

Mom told him, "Sixteen is too young to go out drinking. And Brenda's friends are too nice to be vampires."

"Oh," Danny said innocently, "then maybe it's just her regular PMS."

Midget pervert, I mouthed at him. I certainly wasn't going to admit to either of them that I'd cried myself to sleep the night before. I found my sunglasses and put them on. To my mother I could have said, I don't have any friends; not anymore, thank you very much. But I knew what she would say: Then make some new ones. Like moving when you're sixteen is the same as moving when you're eleven.

My parents were ruining my life, and they wanted me to consider it an adventure.

A half hour later my dad, in the U-Haul ahead of us, signaled to get off the Thruway. We followed him into a little town.

Was this the fabled promised land of Westport, New York?

Apparently not. We drove straight through and out again.

Into a smaller town.

And out the far end of that place, too.

We drove past a gas station (cleverly named GAS) and a restaurant (mercifully not called EATS). Did a gas station and a restaurant qualify as yet another town? (Welcome to the town of GAS. Population: two fully qualified mechanics and one short-order cook.) Mostly we drove past lots and lots of fields. It was hard to believe this area had enough people to support a community college, but that was where my parents were going to work-Westport CC-my father teaching business, my mother computer science. The other courses were probably things like Introduction to the Digestive System of the Cow 101, and Goat Parasitology 203, and Advanced Tractor Repair. What were my parents thinking, bringing us out into the wilderness like this? We had to be hours away from the nearest mall.

Ahead of us the van's left-turn blinker began to flash.

"Here we are," Mom announced.

"Oh, wow," I said. "A paved road and everything."

The house itself was certainly bigger than anything we could have afforded in Buffalo, and it had a great expanse of yard, which I could have appreciated more if I hadn't suspected that I would be the one responsible for mowing it.

To make up for the road being paved, the driveway was not.

Dad got out of the moving van. He had a big Christmas-morning grin on his face. "What do you think?" he asked proudly.

What did I think?

How can you trust any neighborhood where the houses are so far apart you practically have to get into the car and drive to visit your next-door neighbor?

"Do we have running water?" I asked.

"Ay-yup," Dad said, trying for some kind of accent. "And I hear tell in the next year or so we may even be getting some of that newfangled electricity stuff."

There were poles, so I guessed he was joking. My headache was going away, but my father's sense of humor could bring it right back again.

"Well, I think it's cool," Danny said. Sometimes Danny waits to hear my opinion on things just so that he can say the opposite. "How much of this is ours?"

"Two acres." Mom pointed to the left. "From just after that speed limit sign"-she indicated to the right-"to that line of poplars over there. The backyard goes as far back as those other trees."

"That's not enough land to farm," Danny said.

"Thank God," I muttered in relief that my parents couldn't get ideas and get carried away with themselves.

Mom ignored me. "There's a patch for a vegetable garden," she told Danny.

Not being big on vegetables, unless you count french fries, Danny shrugged. "No animals?"

"There's a pond," Dad said.

That brightened Danny back up. "For swimming?"

Dad shook his head. "No, it's only a little bit bigger than that wading pool you had a couple years back. It's for fish."

"Who has to take care of them?" I demanded suspiciously.

"They take care of themselves," Dad assured me.

Uh-huh. So does our self-cleaning oven, in theory.

My parents were real eager for us to see our rooms, so I barely glimpsed the living room before we went up the stairs. My room was first. The walls were white, but the ceiling was a deep midnight blue, and whoever had this room before me had stuck up glow-in-the-dark stars.

My father looked at me expectantly.

What can I say? Five years ago I would have loved it.

"Or," Mom offered, "your father can scrape the stars off and repaint whatever color you want."

"No," I said. "It's fine. Really." I tried to make my voice sound enthusiastic.

Danny, little opportunist that he is, said, "If she doesn't want it, I'll take it."

Mom said, "This is the biggest bedroom after ours, and it has the walk-in closet. But if you'd like to see the other rooms..."

A walk-in closet was nice.

"No, this is fine," I mumbled.

There was also a bow window that had a seat and overlooked the backyard with its trees and bushes and the pond my parents had told us about.

My parents got the master bedroom, which had a little alcove that Mom called a reading nook. Danny got the room that had a lot of built-in shelves, which was good for him because Danny has all sorts of collections: comic books, action figures, baseball cards, model race cars, stones and seashells from places we've visited. Basically anything that doesn't move, Danny collects. (Things that move, too-but if Mom catches him, she makes him release them.) There was a fourth bedroom that Mom said would be the combination spare bedroom/computer room/sewing room.

As we walked back downstairs Dad put his arm around my shoulders. "I thought you'd like that ceiling," he said.

"It's fine," I told him.

"I can paint it."

I shook my head. It would take about five coats of paint before that blue wouldn't show through. What difference did it make, anyway? Here we were, stuck out in the country. It wasn't like I was ever going to make any friends that I could invite over. What would we talk about? Chicken diseases? Country and Western singers? Our 4-H projects? My life was on hold until I went to college, which I knew would be back in Buffalo, whatever I decided to major in. That was something we had pledged to last night, Traci and Tina and Jennie and me: I'd go back to Buffalo, and they wouldn't leave. We'd be back together in two years. You can survive two years of just about anything if you have a goal.

So we began to move into our new house, box by box by box by box.

I was the only one inside when the phone rang.

Probably the Welcome Wagon lady, I thought-the Welcome Wagon striking me as a very rustic concept. She probably wanted to find out when she should drop off her homemade jams, pigs' feet, and pickle preserves. I went to the kitchen and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

There was the sound of a bell ringing, like the kind of bell a little kid would have mounted on a bicycle handle. Brrring bring! Brrring bring!

"Hello," I said in my most pleasant singsong.

The tinny bell rang again.

"Last chance," I warned, still trying to sound friendly. "Hello." This was probably country people's idea of a prank call.

The bell stopped and I was about to hang up when a little voice said, "Help me."

"What?" It sounded like a kid, probably a little girl, probably about seven or eight.

"Please." Several seconds. "Help me."

Most likely it was a prank, I told myself. Even though the voice sounded frightened, that could be faked. But who would know this number?

Aware I was no doubt showing myself as the gullible city girl to the local fun-loving yokels, I said, "Who are you trying to reach?"

"You," the voice said, half catching on a sigh or a gulp for air.

If this was a prank-and I knew from personal experience that for every voice you hear in a prank call, there are at least two other kids ready to explode from suppressed laughter-if they were pranksters, they were good: just the right amount of scared and pathetic without being overdone.

"Are you home alone?" I asked.

The damn bicycle bell brrringed again.

Danny and Dad walked into the kitchen.

"Not fair!" Danny squealed. "Here we are working our butts off, and Brenda's on the phone already."

"The phone doesn't work, honey," Dad told me.

"It rang," I explained. "There's some little kid." Into the phone, I asked, "Are you still there?"

No answer, and Dad was shaking his head. "It won't be hooked up till Monday. Someone from the phone company has to check the wires."

"But maybe it's the old number," I said-that would explain, if the child on the other end was trying to reach the people who used to live here-but whoever was on the line wasn't talking or brrringing that bell or anything. Still, I hadn't heard a click as though she had hung up. "Hello? Hello?" I jiggled the phone cradle. Nothing; not even a dial tone. "It rang," I repeated.

"Wishful thinking," Danny said. "Or the first symptoms of dementia."

"Maybe crossed wires," Dad offered.

That would explain the bell, I guessed. I put the receiver back down. I hoped the little kid reached whoever she was trying to get.

Copyright © 2001 by Vande Velde, Vivian

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Table of Contents

CONTENTS

Drop by Drop

Dancing with Marjorie's Ghost

Shadow Brother

The Ghost

For Love of Him

October Chill

Being Dead

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  • Posted October 13, 2009

    Kind of a let down

    I am a teacher and used this book for a unit on ghosts and the supernatural. While some of the stories, notably "October Chill", were somewhat engaging. Other were boring and ended with a loud boring thud. I would find it hard to recommend this book.

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    Posted August 24, 2013

    ????

    I dont know.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2012

    scared

    I am terrified and do belive in ghosts i am not sure if i should read this book so can someone please tell me if it is too scary

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2007

    a good book

    This is a book that everyone should read. It really won't make you sleep with the lights on, but there are some scary parts in it. It is a very good book overall. I would recommend this book to everyone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2006

    Ghost Can Be So Demanding

    In the book, Being Dead, each chapter told a different story. One of the main similarities between each of the chapters is that one person in each story had an encounter with a ghost. In the first chapter, it talked about a little eight year old girl who got into a fight with her mom and rode off on her bike. Her mom did not find her before she was hit by a car. The little girl, ghost, looked and looked until she was able to find someone that was able to see her and would agree to help her. The only problem was that the little girl, ghost, did not know what it was she needed. The second chapter was about a man who lost his wife. Oh! How he wished and longed for one last dance with her. You should see his surprise when he heard his wife knocking at the door. The rest of the chapters continue on with stories along this line, but they all have different ghosts, with different stories and different endings. I really enjoyed this book because I find it interesting to read about ghost and how people are able to see and communicate with them. I also enjoyed the fact that it was hard to predict what was going to happen in each of the chapters. You weren¿t able to guess what the ending would be. One of the things I didn¿t particularly care for in the book was when they told you how the little girl died in the first chapter before she became a ghost. It almost made me cry. The book, Being Dead, reminded me of the show Ghost Whisperer. The girl in the show Ghost Whisperer was also able to see ghost and often times found herself helping them. A movie that this book reminded me of is The Haunted Mansion. In this movie there are ghost too who need help from humans to help them resolve issues from their previous lives so they can finally rest in peace. This book has 203 pages and is part of a series of books. I think you would be able to follow the stories in any of the books without reading all of the books in the series in order. I also believe that both boys and girls would enjoy reading this book. I certainly did.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2005

    Just Wonderful

    An amazing written book with the most spine shirvering stories, that make you 'sleep with your lights on'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2005

    Gravy

    In this book you will find the dead and the living. The dead will come back to haunt people whoever mistreated them in life. The book will send a shiver up your spine.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2004

    Bump in the night.

    Ever been scared of the Boogie man? Ever felt as if you where being watched? This book will send shivers dow your spin and make you sleep with the lights on. So pull the covers over your head and pray that what is in this book is fake. But never under estimate you imagination, for it can make a man do strange things. Evil lurks in the corners of this book. from suicids to mass murders to even lost souls who are to wicked to belong in hell. So close your eyes and invition all that is evil. Now throw it all away. For this book will mask the evils of the old and introduce you to the evils of the new. So get ready....To scream

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2003

    Must Have!

    This book is such a great collection of short ghost stories, they aren't as chilling as others, but they have good meanings and keep your attention the whole way through. :) A really great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2002

    Must Read

    One of the best books I've ever read. Once you start reading you can't put it down, it's so mezmerizing. I recomend this book to everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2001

    wow EXCLENT!

    THIS IS SOOSOOOOS GOOD! I reccemed it to anyone, the first story drop by drop mmakes u not want u to set it dowmn!

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