Imagine that you are eleven years old, and at your birthday party, a friend gives you a pink Ouija Board as a gift. Imagine you and your friends start playing with that Ouija Board, and you suddenly call forth a spirit that has strange messages for you. Next, you have a flashback into an incident in your past that you had totally forgotten. When you wake up, you're in a hospital after discovering that you went into some sort of seizure during the flashback.
All of this happens to Robin Wingfield on her eleventh birthday. The problem is what she remembers in her flashback really did happen, and she now understands she possesses some sort of psychic ability. She is rather careful of how much she tells her friends, but they already know the spirit from the Ouija Board comes when Robin calls.
A town carnival held on Halloween brings another life altering event to Robin, when she and her friend Audrey are warned by the spirit to stay away from the carnival. They ignore the warning and go anyway. Everything is fine for a while and Robin even meets another psychic who may be able to help her adjust to her new-found knowledge. Then, in a flash, everything changes, when a horrible accident occurs and Audrey is seriously hurt. On top of that, Robin's new psychic friend may not be all she seems on the surface.
DARK CORNER is the first in a series of novels for young people and is quite captivating. As an adult, I still loved it! I fell in love with books and reading at a young age. DARK CORNER reminded me of the sort of books that always caught and held my attention in those days. Author Jennifer Treacy Cole understands younger readers and knows what they want. This is the perfect book for any young reader and might even turn the halfhearted readers into book lovers.
I cannot wait for the next Robin Wingfield Adventure! Hopefully, Ms. Cole will make that happen sooner rather than later!
Abruptly, Katy said, βGet up. Weβre taking the trails to the
Andersens.β
βI canβt leave without telling my mom.β
βDonβt worry about it. Youβll be right back. She wonβt even
notice youβre gone.β
The girls were silent as they took the treacherous, root-
filled, dirt trails through the woods to the Andersen cabin.
David had occasionally taken Robin up on the Andersenβs roof
because it was easily accessed from the ground. They would
sit on the roof and look out over the breathtaking blue
lake. Eleven year old Robin was so completely within her
smaller self that she could hear little Robinβs thoughts as
if they were being spoken. βWill Katy dare me to jump of the
roof?β
But Katy did not lead her toward the roof, rather an
unlocked shed at the back of the property. βOkay,β Katy said
gravely, βThis is your dare. Get in the shed and shut the
door.β
βFor how long?β
βThree minutes,β Katy said.
βI want to go home,β Robin protested.
The stringy haired girl spoke up with the kind of false,
syrupy voice usually reserved for flight attendants. βJust
three minutes, thatβs all. Then weβll take you home to your
Mommy.β
βCome on,β the tanned one said, βthen youβll be able to tell
everyone you won a grown up game.β
With this, eleven year old Robin was screaming to her six
year old self, βRun, run!β She was desperate to break
through, but little Robin was oblivious. Instead, she moved
reluctantly toward the shed. As she opened the creaking
door, Katy roughly shoved her in and slammed the door shut.
Though there was no padlock, the door was secured with a
slat that sat in the latch. She was trapped inside.
βKaty! Let me out! Iβm scared. I want my mom.β
βJust three minutes, kid,β Katy yelled as she circled the
shed, retrieving a large pine branch from the ground.
At this point, little Robin succumbed to full blown panic.
All sense left her. βMamaβ¦ Mama!β she cried as she collapsed
into a fetal position. The watcher Robin went nearly out of
her mind with grief and fear for her six year old self. She
imagined herself as a mother to this younger Robin β a ghost
mother who was watching from another dimension, helpless to
save her child.
Suddenly, there was a deafening CRACK against the back of
the shed. Katy was pounding the shed with the branch! But
why? CRACK! There it came again. Robin stopped crying and
listened. A low, hum reached her ears. CRACK! The sound of
footsteps retreating, ugly laughter fading. She was alone.
What was that humming sound?
Bees.
She was in there with a bee hive, and Katy had purposely hit
the shed wall to dislodge the hive.
They were swarming.
Both of the Robins shrieked in terror. The bees began to
descend on her crumpled body. She would not survive. But she
must have, thought the watcher Robin. Because I survived!
Then amazingly, little Robin sat up, cross-legged. The child
was calm even as the bees buzzed about her, landing,
bumping, stinging, falling. She put her tiny hands up in the
air and encircled her thumbs and fingers as she had earlier
to make play glasses. But this time, she kept them
interlocked, like construction paper chains for holiday
decorations. She reached up and gracefully moved her hands
to her lap. The frantic movements of the bees softened and
slowed. The deafening buzz around her became a hum that made
both Robins sleepy. Six year old Robin was a bee charmer.
The bees stopped stinging. The swarm halted. They continued
to fly around her but the panic on both sides had
evaporated. Little Robin was not well, though. She lay down
in the shed and slept.
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