I was inspired to write this book from a ghost story I remember hearing on a over night field trip I took in 5th grade. I remember sitting around the fire with the other girls in my class, thinking it was so cheesy of our teacher to hold the light under his face like that. I also remember not sleeping. Not because of the story, but because the little cabin we were in was cold. Every time I sit around a campfire, I would hear that story in my head. Of course, it had to work its way out onto the page. The cold. the story and the memory.