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This original novel continues the popular haunted Harrow House series.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780843954104
  • Publisher: Leisure Books
  • Publication date: 5/28/2005
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 370
  • Product dimensions: 4.28 (w) x 6.66 (h) x 1.04 (d)

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Douglas Clegg spent years researching hauntings as well as a specific ruins in the Hudson Valley to create Harrow and its history. Each Harrow novel deals with a different kind of horror -- for Nightmare House, it's the unquiet haunting, for Mischief it's the coming-of-age haunted school, for The Infinite, it's psychic investigation, and with The Abandoned, it's All-Hell-Breaks-Loose Horror.
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The Abandoned



By Douglas Clegg


Dorchester Publishing


Copyright © 2005

Douglas Clegg

All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-8439-5410-8



Chapter One


"I feel like we're lost," Lizzie said.

"How can we be lost?"

"If you told me we were about a ten-minute drive from my home,
I'd say you must be crazy."

"Babe, I thought you knew where this place was."

"From the front I do. Well, I know the main roads up here.
Just not this back way. It's too dark. I can barely see the
road sometimes. And we so had to come the back way because?"

"Because we're breaking the law," said Sam Perkins from the
backseat.

"We're not breakin' any laws, dude."

"Try checking out one of these 'no trespassing - violators
will be prosecuted' signs."

"Do people actually ever pay attention to those?" Alex, in the
front seat, asked. Then added with a snort, "Oh, I keep
forgetting. You're a geek. Geeks never trespass."

Beyond the windshield, the haze of the headlights interrupted
the absolute darkness along an indigo road curving between
thick woods and a thin sliver of moonless sky. A faint roll of
thunder, distant and nearly indistinct, was met nearly a
minute later with a brief flash or two of heat lightning from
some far-off place.

The breezeless dark breathed heat and damp down upon them;
through a crack in the windshield, it seemed to seep into the
car's faulty air-conditioning, and touch them with that
wilting feeling - that sense of thehothouse river stink that
sometimes passed through on steamy summer nights. It brought a
drowsy peace to the night, like a déjà vu of other humid June
nights when the crickets and the cicadas fell silent, when
anything might happen and many things would.

The three teenagers rode in the slightly rundown '98 Chevy
Malibu that Lizzie's twin sister had bought it with money
saved from a variety of odd jobs she'd had since she was
fourteen.

The car was on loan that night to Lizzie under oath that she
wouldn't drive anywhere that might damage the car (like the
bumpy road they were currently driving, and certainly not with
three six-packs of lukewarm Budweiser in the trunk) and so
long as not a drop of alcohol touched Lizzie's lips.

So far, Lizzie, who was nearly eighteen, had kept this
promise, but she was fairly sure she'd break it once they
reached the party.

She also had decided that she'd waited long enough, and this
would be the night. Half of her friends had already done it
with their boyfriends, and she was beginning to wonder if
something wasn't wrong with her for not having allowed much
more than a grope and a feel to the two guys she'd dated so
far. And Lizzie was also fairly certain that boys just didn't
want girls who put them off too much. She was fairly sure that
Dan Favreau had dumped her sophomore year just because she
wouldn't do more than make out.

I will become a woman tonight. I will give myself body and
soul to him.

To Alex.

She had prepared herself. She had gone with her friend Bari
right after their fifth period class, over to the pharmacy
three blocks from school in Parham, and bought some condoms.
Bari had said, "You know, they don't sell these things at our
local drugstore.."

"That's why half the village gets pregnant by sixteen," Lizzie
laughed, and then remembered something about her sister and
just couldn't laugh about it.

But she was ready now.

She had waited long enough.

She knew that it might be a mistake to trust Alex, but she
loved him and she wanted to just get it all over with as soon
as possible. It wasn't like it would hurt her rep in school,
because Alex had already told her buddies they'd done it, and
as much as it pissed her off that he'd be such a jerk, it at
least meant that she wasn't doomed to be a virgin-by-legend
forever.

Tonight, we'll make it real.

The guy she'd had to bring with them, the guy in the backseat,
was a logistical problem, but she figured she and Alex could
find some private spot somewhere that night. She'd already got
her alibi going with her sister, Ronnie (although Ronnie had
told them that they'd get caught one way or another), and she
wasn't expected home until the next day - probably not 'til
noon.

But driving the car with Alex next to her, she began to wonder
if she really could go through with it. There he was, already
stinking of his third beer, making fart jokes, blasting the
music too loud, and now and then trying to feel her up when he
thought she wouldn't notice.

"I guess we turn left here," Lizzie said, after switching the
car stereo off.

"No, right," Alex said. "Right. Right. The right of
righteousness. See?" He pointed to the handscrawled directions
as if she could lean over and read it.

The car light was on inside, and it made Lizzie feel as if
they were being watched by the darkness around them.

"This is like one of those ghost stories," Alex said.

"What?" Lizzie asked, exasperation barely concealed in her
voice.

"You know. I heard this story where people are driving this
kind of lone country road late at night. And they see someone
by the side of the road."

"Nobody's by the side of the road here," the guy in back said.

"I know, but it would creep me out if we saw somebody out
here. Hey, favorite group?" Alex asked, after he'd made sure
of his rightness in picking the right-hand curve of the road
as their direction of choice.

"I love Smashing Pumpkins," the guy in backseat said. "My dad
has these old CDs that just blow me away. I think the '90s are
my favorite era. Musically."

"For me, The Strokes," Alex said. "For classics, Nirvana."

"The Yeah Yeah Yeahs," the guy in the back said. "I love their
stuff, too."

"I like some of their stuff," Alex said, and glanced at the
road ahead, and then said, "It's like Halloween out here."

"Halloween in June," Lizzie said.

"I mean the movie." Alex reached up and flicked off the light
within the car. "All this backwoods crap reminds me of The
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
."

"Shut up," Lizzie said.

"You ever see it?" Alex asked the guy in back.

"Sure."

"You like it?"

"I guess. I like the first one best."

"Not me. The chick in the second one's hot. Tell you what I'd
do if I ever came across anybody like that."

"Don't tell me," Lizzie said. "You'd molest her."

"Ha. No. I mean the bad guy. Anybody with a chainsaw comin'
after me," Alex said. "I'd kick out his frickin' legs and then
I'd grab the chainsaw and cut him in two." He let out a
throaty laugh dried out by too many cigarettes.

The twin high beams that captured the trees and the stretch of
road only reached several feet ahead of the car.

"I didn't know it would be this dark out here," Lizzie said.
"I mean, I knew it would be dark. But not like this."

"Dark of the moon," Sam said.

"I love Pink Floyd," Alex said.

"Take the fork," Sam said. Nobody knew him that well but he
knew the roads up to the house well, so they assumed he knew
what he was talking about.

"What the hell does that mean?" Alex asked.

"Take it," he said, and pointed ahead to the left. "The fork
in the road. Always means left. The other way is just
straight."

"No," Lizzie said. "One way's left, one way goes right.
'Taking the fork' means crap."

"You ever see Wrong Turn?" Alex asked, leaning into Lizzie,
nuzzling her neck. "I wonder if inbred rednecks live out here.
With hatchets and shit."

"I saw it," Sam said. "It was pretty good."

"Pretty good? It was frickin' awesome," Alex said. "What about
The Ring?"

"I liked the original."

"It was stupid," Alex said. "A chick comes out of the TV all
wonky. BFD, says me."

"It was brilliant," Sam said.

"Well ..." Alex said, letting the word trail off. "I guess if you
think a chick with lots of hair coming out of a TV set is
brilliant, then, yeah, it was a goddamn masterpiece. She
wasn't very hot. Now, the chick in The Grudge. She was hot."

"Buffy," Lizzie said. "I love her."

"Sarah Michelle Gellar," the guy in back said. "She's great."

"Hot chicks are always great," Alex said. Reached over and
touched the back of Lizzie's neck. "If we were in a movie
right now, I'd play the hero, you'd be the hot babe, and the
guy in back here would be the expendable one. You know, the
one who always gets killed because he's not a movie star."

"Or they'd make the movie and kill off the famous actor. Like
in Scream where they killed Drew Barrymore in the first ten
minutes," the guy in back said.

"Well," Alex said. "First off, you're wrong. They didn't kill
her first. They killed the guy playing her boyfriend first,
and he was just the guy in the backseat, basically. I mean, if
you want to get all technical about it." Under his breath,
Alex said, "geek."

The car started coughing up dust as soon as they hit the
unpaved road to the left.

"Why'd we have to come out at midnight?" Lizzie asked.

"Why you think?" Alex asked.

"Because only stupid people go to haunted houses at night,"
Sam said.

"It's not haunted," Lizzie said. "I mean, nothing's haunted."

"You ever been there?"

"No way," she said. "But I've heard about since I was a kid.
Why aren't we having the party at the Point? It's always at
the Point."

"The Point is old," Alex said. "The Point is for babies."

"I like the Point. I like it. You get to skinny dip. I thought
you'd like that, too," Lizzie said. "And at the Point, you can
make a big bonfire. And you can dance all night."

"We can dance all night here if you want, babe," Alex said
looking to the guy behind him. "You probably been here a few
times, right? Keggers with the goths?"

"Maybe," Sam said. "It's creepy as hell, believe me. It has a
rep for being a real house of horrors."

"House of whores, more like it. I bet you jack off there,"
Alex said, chuckling. "I bet you go to horror movies and jack
off, too."

"Shut up," Lizzie whispered, and then barely audible, her
teeth clenched and less than a whisper emerging from between
her lips: "He's my sister's friend."

"Come on," Alex said. "Everybody does it. You do it. I do it.
Your mom does it."

"Gross," Lizzie said, but giggled a little. "Oh. Disgusting."

"Not much else to do in a dead place like this," Alex said.
"Hey," he turned to glance at the guy. "What you do for fun
out here? I mean, I guess you could hop a train and go
somewhere else. But what do guys like you do for fun?"

The guy in the back said, "I guess in Parham, everything's
hotter than a monkey in shit."

Alex snickered. "I'm just teasing you. I think your town's
cool. I think even these backroads are cool. Hell, I once
jacked off at Alien Versus Predator."

"Gross," Lizzie said. "Is that all guys talk about? Where they
jacked off? Am I going to spend the rest of the summer hearing
shit like this?"

"I did it in class one time," Alex said. "Right in front of
Mrs. Armpit-Hair. She was going over the French Revolution. I
had a little revolt of my own going on. I put my head in my
guillotine and just made it go up and down a lot. I had my
shirt-tails out, so nobody could really see anything. I just
unzipped and ..."

"Okay, enough," Lizzie said.

"No, it's a cool story," Alex said. "It was sort of
uncontrollable and then Mrs. Armpit-Hair calls me up to the
front to go over something about some French guy and I'm like,
'I can't come up there 'cause I already came up here.'"

"That's your cool story?" Lizzie asked. She pulled the car
over, and put it in park. "That story is one of the
grossest ... and I think you made it up. And it's offensive."

"Hey, being offended is so bogus, Lizzie."

"Funny how only people who are offensive think that."

"Well, Joe Davison laughed his ass off when I told him."

Lizzie started the car again, cursing under her breath.

"Nobody's got a sense of humor anymore," Alex said. He drew a
pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Smokes?"

He offered the pack to the guy in back, who passed on them.
Alex lit one up and it nodded up and down between his lips as
he spoke. "I don't know how you guys don't smoke. It's like
you have a little tension, you pop in a smoke, and before you
can say 'jack-shit,' all tension's gone."

"Maybe it's the whole lung and heart problem," Sam said.

"Eh, I'll deal with it when I'm fifty. And that's a long time
from now. Anyway, who wants to live that long? I want to go
out fast and furious and with a smoke in my mouth and a mouth
on my-"

"Window down, Alex," Lizzie said. "Alex. Alex."

"But we lose the air-conditioning."

"Down," she said. "It's Ronnie's car. I don't want it smelling
like an ashtray."

Alex brought the window down a bit. "My favorite horror movie
of all time is probably The Exorcist. I begged my mom to let
me see it when I was ten, and she wouldn't, but I snuck it out
of the video store and watched it really late one night. I had
nightmares for months. It was ... oh damn ... it was like a big fat
boner of a movie."

"You jack off during that one?" Lizzie asked.

"Hardy-har-har. Baby, what's yours?"

"I don't know," Lizzie said, hesitating as she slowed the car
down along a particularly bumpy patch. "I don't really like
those kinds of movies much. I like that one with Nicole
Kidman. The one about where she was all uptight in a house
back in a war and there were things going on in the house.
Come on, Alex, you know that movie. What's it called?"

"The Others," Sam said.

"Thank you," Lizzie said, glancing in her rearview mirror at
the guy.

"Hey, you," Alex turned around, cigarette bobbing. "What about
you?"

"I don't know. Alien was pretty scary, I guess."

"Yeah, hmm, that's true," Alex turned back around and slipped
his hand between Lizzie's legs. She reached down and flicked
his hand away.

"I like a lot of John Carpenter's movies, too."

"Halloween?" Alex said. "My fave's Halloween III. With that
song in it."

"Sure. But more like The Thing."

"Holy mother of shit," Alex said, nearly spitting his
cigarette out.

"What's wrong?" Lizzie asked.

"This guy and me, we got way too much in common," Alex said.
He puffed the last of his cigarette, letting the ash fall on
his jeans, and then flicked it out the window. "I loved The
Thing
. I mean, loved it. I saw it like ten times. Kurt
Russell. I mean, that Thing."

"I loved The Shining, too."

"Oh yeah. Classic Nicholson. 'Give me the frickin' bat!'" Alex
said, chuckling. "Doesn't get much better than Nicholson. And
that kid. Chillin', that kid. And those little bug-eyed girls.
And that bitch in the tub. Holy crap. But here's the thing
about horror movies. They always have these stupid people
doing stupid things. I mean, ultimately. You don't go after
your kitty-cat if the alien is on the ship. I mean, screw the
kitty. Right? You don't go doing the laundry when a damn
killer's on the loose. That kind of stuff. Texas Chainsaw - you
don't go to the rundown place with human teeth on the
ground and stick around."

A passing moment of silence in the car while they heard the
shriek of what must have been some kind of night bird. Then,
Alex pointed off to the left.

"You see that?"

"What?"

"A kid. Standing there," Alex said. "By the side of the road.
He was just standing there. Staring at us. Staring."

"Yeah, right," Lizzie said.

The guy in back laughed. "I didn't see the kid, either."

"You guys are just no fun," Alex said. Then, more quietly,
"I'm sort of not joking. I thought I saw a kid standing back
there."

"So, why are we going to this place?" Lizzie asked.

"Baby?"

"We're the stupid people. We're going to the haunted house."

"Aw," Alex said. "Those are movies. This is real life. You
know there's no boogeyman in real life, right? I mean, you
don't believe in that kind of crap."

"There's people, though," the guy in back said.

"Huh?"

"Like Ed Gein. Or Dahmer."

"Who?"

"Dahmer's the guy who tortured and killed younger guys and
then ate some of them," the guy in back said. "Ed Gein, he
lived in Plainfield, Wisconsin. He used to dig up corpses of
women and skin them and dress up in their skins."

"Like in Silence of the Lambs," Lizzie said, but had a slight
clip to her voice as if she wished she hadn't uttered this.

"Baby, nobody's going Silence of the Lambs on us. You know
there's no crazy chainsaw killer out here. You're not scared,
right?"

"I don't know," she said. "But it's dark, there's no moon out,
and this whole idea of getting together with people out here
seems stupid at this point."

"I'm gonna protect you with my love, Lizzie," Alex said. "Come
on, it's all fun. We get together with some of the guys from
school, we party some, we stay out late and ... well, we have
fun."

(Continues...)





Excerpted from The Abandoned
by Douglas Clegg
Copyright © 2005 by Douglas Clegg.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2013

    Great Read!

    I really enjoyed this Douglas Clegg novel and will file it under My Favorites file. Yes, it was bloody and gory, but what else would one expect from a HORROR novel? The story line of the Harrow House kept me interested the entire way through. Some freaky stuff! Four stars instead of five for the grammar and spelling errors I noticed along the way. Great read!

    ~ DO

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2005

    Nothing but gore

    I guess if you are a fan of blood and gore, this book is for you. I find nothing scary in the least about character after character chopping up another character after character. As it is, you are never given the opportunity to feel 'drawn' to any one particular character, which left me with no feelings whatsover when anyone got killed....and that is all there is to it....one after the other getting killed. Ho hum...sorry...I'll stick to Dean Koontz. At least with his books, you become attached to his characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2005

    What a difference a novel makes

    I had read Clegg' 'The Infinite' and it was one of the worst books i've read this year. Being the first Clegg novel I read it really turned me off to him. I got 'The Abandoned' as one of the many books I recieved for Fathers Day and put off reading until recently. I almost thought the hell with it....But I'm glad I didn't!! This book was AWESOME!! Blood guts and gore a'plenty!! Once it got into it it was relentless. The whole scenerio read like an attack of Romero type zombies!! Also the description of 'Harrow' when little Kasmir enters the house is phenominal!!! Horror and suspence at its best. The one (very very ) slight downfall of this book is the numerous characters Clegg introduces throughtout the first part of the book. But as you read on and discover the horrors that await them...WOW!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2005

    Harrow Horror Rides Again!!!!

    This book continues the horror of a Haunted house called Harrow. As always, this book, can easily be a stand alone novel without reading the others, but I highly recommend them. Without giving anything away, a stranger comes to the town of Watch Point and has become the Night Watchman of Harrow to watch over the place. Alice, the town psychic, sees within this Nightwatchman the aura of death and knows that something is about to take place. Harrow has been asleep and has its moments of waking up from time to time. It would seem that the Nightwatchman is trying to do just that. When Harrow wakes, nothing in the town will ever be the same again. By all means, do yourself a favor and pick this one up, for you will definitely pay more attention to the many sounds your house makes during the night. And when your done, you just might find that there is a little Harrow in all of us. Happy reading!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2005

    VERY FUN AND ENTERTAINING

    After reading 'Nightmare House' by Douglas Clegg, I was really excited about reading this book. I was certainly not disappointed after I finished this book. I was ready for a scary,keep the lights on all night book to read and I certainly got it. I'm ready to read it again!

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