The Whistling on Ash Lane

On Ash Lane, there are two rules: Don't sleep. Don't answer the whistling. Zina Reyes runs a ghost-debunking blog, skeptical, sharp, allergic to easy scares. Then her family moves to Ash Lane, and she hears it herself: three notes, whistled in the dark, right as every streetlight on the block dies at 3:13 a.m. Every ten years, three kids from this street disappear. The town calls it runaways. The locals call it Eli - a boy who burned in a house fire decades ago and never stayed dead about it. Zina hasn't slept in months, not since her brother died. It might be the only thing keeping her alive. But exhaustion is catching up and when you're this tired, it's hard to tell dreams from the boy standing under your window in a scorched hoodie. She's caught between two boys: Caleb, who's fought the street alone for a decade, and Jax, who wants the story for clout. And in every mirror, a woman keeps trying to warn her, two words, over and over: Don't. Sleep. To survive Ash Lane, Zina has to find out what really happened to Eli - before the street finishes counting. Perfect for fans of Natasha Preston, R.L. Stine's darker work, and anyone who's ever been afraid to look at their own reflection.