Haunted: The Arnaud Legacy, by Lynn Carthage, had me backed into a corner. I sat reading this book in the corner of my living room, sitting up straight with my body pressed as close to both walls as possible, pushed there by the desire to cut off all possible routes of an attack by some force unknown. I pored through the book in a single day, and during the times I was forced to leave my corner, I did so with quick and jerky movements: checking behind the shower curtain in the bathroom, certain that whatever plagued the Arnaud Manor in Haunted was going to find me in my home. If you’re looking for a book that combines the trials of adolescence with a serious creep factor – Haunted is the book for you.