Marshall Seaver is being haunted. In the first installment of this chillingly compelling trilogy, sixteen-year-old Marshall discovers that something beyond our world is after him. The eerie clues pile up quickly, and when people start dying, it’s clear whatever this isit’s huge.
Marshall has no idea what’s happening to him, but he’s soon convinced that it has something to do with his best friend Cooper, who’s been missing for over a week. Together with Coop’s sister, Marsh searches for the truth about what happened to his friend, ultimately uncovering something bigger than he could ever have imagined
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?
I do. I grew up in a haunted house. No kidding. It wasn’t like Poltergeist or anything, but after my family moved out and the house was torn down, we all started sharing stories of strange things that had happened to us over the years…and were too afraid to talk about at the time. Apparently an elderly woman had passed away in the house before we moved in (in my bedroom, no less) so the prevailing theory is that it was her ghost. We even knew her name. Agnes. What a great name for a ghost! All the strange stories of the house were centered around the second floor hallway, which was just off of Agnes’, and my , bedroom.
Personally, I had two strange experiences. One I suppose can be explained away as a dream, but it sure felt real at the time. I was very young, maybe two or three. I woke up in the middle of the night, scared for some reason, and got into bed between my parents. I distinctly remember waking up a little later, and feeling compelled to look out into the hallway. What I saw was a black apparition floating by the door. I jammed my head back into the pillow and forced myself to go back to sleep. The next morning I mentioned it, but everybody thought it was just a dream. And maybe it was. Or the lights of a car driving by outside. Or Agnes.
The second experience wasn’t so easily explainable. I was 16 and home alone one night, trying to learn a Jimi Hendrix song on my guitar. This was a long time ago so I had a record playing. As I played along, I thought I heard a strange sound. I lifted the needle off of the record, but there was nothing else to hear so I put the needle back on and continued to play. This happened two more times. I kept thinking I was hearing “something” and kept lifting the needle. But each time there was nothing else to be heard . . . until the final time. I heard something again, lifted the needle, and heard as plain as day the sound of somebody out in the hallway. It was as if they were sitting on the floor with their back against my bedroom door. They stood up, rubbing their back against the door, and walked away with a distinct sigh.
I freaked and did exactly what you never want the guy in horror movies to do: I grabbed something heavy and searched the house. I looked into every nook and cranny, but found nothing. Nobody else was in the house. And that was no dream. My theory is that it was old Agnes…and she didn’t appreciate Jimi Hendrix music. Or maybe it was my playing. Who knows?
- - D.J. MacHale
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D.J. MacHale is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Pendragon series. He has written, directed and produced many television series and movies for young people that have been seen on Nickelodeon, The Disney Channel, HBO, Showtime, PBS, Discovery Kids and the broadcast networks. D.J. lives with his family in Southern California.
Watch the video of D.J MacHale where he talks about the inspiration for the Morpheus Road trilogy.




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