New Release – The Latchkey Kids: The Disappearance of Willie Gordon by Vivian Munnoch

The Latchkey Kids series is a drama packed middle grade thriller.

By popular demand, Manitoba author Vivian Munnoch releases a second Latchkey Kids book, “The Latchkey Kids: The Disappearance of Willie Gordon”.


The Latchkey Kids: The Disappearance of Willing Gordon

The Latchkey Kids series book 2

By Vivian Munnoch,

Author of dark fiction for young readers

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After repeated requests for a follow-up book, Canadian author Vivian Munnoch has written a continuation to the novel “The Latchkey Kids”.

The Latchkey Kids series is a drama packed middle grade thriller. “I purposely avoid describing the kids’ physical appearances because I want the reader to put her or himself into their shoes, no matter the reader’s background.”

This series is “clean”. It is middle grade school library safe.


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Five kids, twelve and thirteen years old and on their own before and after school, each faces their own struggles; a broken home, illness, crushes, bullying, depression, absent parents, suicidal thoughts, broken friendships, and fears of being only a kid and home alone.

What would you do if you came home from school alone and heard noises in the basement?


The Latchkey Kids: The Disappearance of Willie Gordon (book 2):

Madison, Andrew, Kylie, Anna, and Dylan survived the abandoned factory fire. They thought it was over. Spring break is ending and they are still trying to pick of the pieces of their shattered beliefs in what the world is supposed to be.

Life goes on as if nothing happened. But it did happen. And it is happening again.

Nothing in their lives seems to have changed when everything feels like it did. Everything is back to normal, right?

And then Willie Gordon vanishes.

While new jealousies burn, problems kept secret begin to emerge, and Joshua joins the group after his sister committed suicide, the group feels they are the only ones who can find Willie. Nobody believes them that the monsters are real.

The kids have to face the monsters again, in the basements where they nest.


the latchkey kids-flattened-b&n ebook cropThe Latchkey Kids (book 1): (Click to buy)

In The Latchkey Kids you are introduced to the five characters, Madison, Andrew, Kylie, Anna, and Dylan. Each has their own private world of problems they feel trapped alone in.

Madison, “plain old boring nothing ever happens to Madison”, is finally a latchkey kid for the first time. She just turned twelve. And what does she do on her first day ever having to come home alone? She loses her key; on one of the coldest days of a very cold winter.

Andrew has been a latchkey kid since last year but has never gotten used to being home alone. He hears noises in the basement that unnerve him; noises that his parents dismiss as nothing more than the house making noises. Being home alone scares him, but he won’t admit it to anyone.

Anna is alone more than anyone knows. She is a rebel without a cause, skipping school and doing whatever she wants. Dressed always in her long-sleeved shirts and I don’t care attitude, even her teachers have given up on Anna. Behind the face of indifference Anna is a tortured soul. Her younger brother is in the hospital with a terminal illness and may never come home. Her mother spends all her time at the hospital while her father works three jobs trying to hold the family together. Anna is utterly and completely alone, left to raise herself, her parents merely a footnote of her life.

Dylan was a latchkey kid before. Now he goes to a babysitter. Embarrassing! He does not want anyone to know, but is also terrified at the idea of being home alone; ever since their house was broken into, trashed, the perpetrators attempting to burn it down and torturing their now traumatized dog. That weakness and fear is even more of an embarrassment to him. Dylan has anger issues, lashing out thoughtlessly, his problems bottled up inside to the point they are seeping out in explosive bursts of violence. As far as school bullies go, Dylan is the worst at Woodside School. He is also raving mad crushing on Kylie.

Kylie feels like her life is a special kind of hell. She sees what others have and is quietly resolved to not having it. Her single mother is struggling to keep their little family together. It is just her, her mother, and her little sister. She lives in fear of her abusive father, who her mother finally managed to gather the courage to kick out. She lives in fear of Amber Shaw and the Mean Team, whose sole purpose in life seems to be to torture, torment, and bully Kylie. Amber has a special hatred for Kylie.

Newly introduced at the end of the Latchkey Kids:

Joshua walks into the Latchkey Kids world at the end of book one, confronting Amber Shaw in public and accusing her of killing his sister. His sister committed suicide because of Amber’s online bullying. This is only the start to his story and the problems he faces.


Author photoVivian Munnoch grew up in Winnipeg, Manitoba and continues to live in Manitoba with her family and rescue dogs. Vivian’s writing has always had a vein of darkness to it.

“I’ve always loved horror. I used to sneak downstairs as a kid at night to watch old killer B horror flicks. They were delightfully naughty and scary for a kid before the world evolved into the online forum it is today.”

Vivian Munnoch is working on a few other projects. The Wishing Stone series will touch on a few of young readers’ fan favourites of vampires and the like, but with a darker twist. These creatures are not romantic. The Butterflies in the Garden series is a dark fantasy. You will never see your garden in the same way.

Vivian Munnoch’s books are available on Amazon Kindle and in print on Amazon. You can also check Vivian’s Facebook author page to find out where she will be signing books in the community.



The Latchkey Kids: 3 The Parents Come Home – Andrew by Vivian Munnoch

The clerk looks like he is ready to confront him and accuse him of stealing something, even though he hasn’t done anything.

Andrew walks around the store, trying to be invisible.  He can feel the store clerk watching him and, when he risks a quick look at the clerk, sees the man is watching him suspiciously.  The clerk looks like he is ready to confront him and accuse him of stealing something, even though he hasn’t done anything.

“I just want to keep warm without having to go back home and wait alone for Mom and Dad to come home,” he thinks, feeling dumb just thinking about it.  “What’s there to be afraid of being home alone?  There’s nothing there.”

Andrew is afraid someone might find out.  “I’m too old for this kind of little kid scared of nothing stuff.”

The clerk’s suspicious stare is making him more nervous.  He’s starting to feel panicky; scared of being caught even though he isn’t doing anything wrong.

He tries to pretend he’s shopping, hoping the clerk will leave him alone.  He looks around him and grabs something off the shelf without looking at anything but the price tags below the items on the shelf.  It has to be something he has enough money to pay for, and he doesn’t have very much.  He has no idea what it is that he grabbed.

He’s only buying it to show that he’s not there to make trouble.

Andrew shuffles up to the counter, keeping his head down, and puts the object on the counter.

“Are you really going to buy that?” the clerk asks with a smirk.  He still looks suspicions and is eying Andrew with a distrustful look, judging him either insane or a criminal, depending on his reaction to the question.

Andrew looks up at him with a nod, a flush creeping up his neck, and then looks down at the item in question.  He stares at it in horror.

There, for all of the world to see, is a pink box. He feels like it is staring up at him in gleeful accusation, yelling to the store, “HE IS LYING!”

Andrew swallows, feeling suddenly sick with embarrassment, the red flush rising up his cheeks.  He looks around quickly to see if anyone is looking.

The object pictured on the bright pink box looks similar to that bullet shaped lipstick candy, only longer and white.

Andrew doesn’t know what it’s used for, but the word Tampon glares up like an announcement and all he knows is that it’s something very private that boys are not supposed to know about and has to do with women and teen girls and puberty.

The package says it’s a mini pack just for the purse.  He suffers a sudden flash of thought, envisioning having to explain to his mother why he bought it.

Andrew turns redder, his face burning with a flush of shame, and the clerk behind the counter laughs.  His expression shows pain for the boy’s predicament and relief that he isn’t a shoplifter after all.

“Your mom sent you, didn’t she?”

“Yes,” Andrew mumbles, looking down and hoping no one sees him.

He pays for his unwanted purchase and makes a beeline for the exit, running halfway home before he slows down and starts looking for somewhere to ditch the little bag.

When Andrew gets home, the tampon box has been safely disposed of in a random trashcan along the way.  He lets himself back in the house and goes back to playing video games.

He plays for the next hour, nervously listening for the noises from the basement that sent him fleeing from the house. The noises never repeat themselves, but that almost makes it worse because he can’t make himself stop expecting them.

Finally, his parents come home and he can put this day behind him.



The Latchkey Kids: 2 The Shortcut – Andrew by Vivian Munnoch

“There’s nowhere to go and no one to hang out with, except Dylan, and that isn’t an option.

“Dylan changed.  He became a bully, picking on anyone smaller and weaker than himself.  I don’t like him much anymore.  I don’t think he’d bully me, but he’s just a jerk now and I don’t want anything to do with that.”

Andrew is wandering aimlessly. He doesn’t want to go home yet and feels completely foolish about it.  It will be a while before his parents get home and he doesn’t want to be alone in the house right now.  He can’t put the thought of that noise he heard in the house out of his head.

“There’s nowhere to go and no one to hang out with, except Dylan, and that isn’t an option.

Dylan was my best friend for years and probably would have understood my fear of being alone in the house for hours. The focus is on the was. We don’t hang out anymore, not since Dylan became withdrawn for a while and wouldn’t talk to anyone.  Not even to me.”

Andrew feels a pang of regret and hurt at that.

“Dylan is back to going to a babysitter’s instead of going home anyway, and he has no interest in being friends anymore.”

When he first found out about the babysitter, he didn’t believe it.  He had to ask.  Dylan reacted angrily and has avoided him ever since.  He knew Dylan would be embarrassed and wouldn’t want anyone to find out, so he kept the secret.  Dylan is close enough to hang out after school if his sitter lets him, but Dylan doesn’t seem to want to anymore.  Andrew is fine with that.

“Dylan changed.  He became a bully, picking on anyone smaller and weaker than himself.  I don’t like him much anymore.  I don’t think he’d bully me, but he’s just a jerk now and I don’t want anything to do with that.”

Despite his thoughts, he has doubts.  He is not so sure Dylan wouldn’t beat up and bully him too.  Dylan is bigger than most of the boys his age and so far everyone has been fair game, except him.

The cold is getting to him.  His feet, hands, and face are freezing; his ears, too, despite his hat.

“I’ve got to figure out something now.”  Andrew stomps his feet, putting his hands over his ears, trying to warm up.

“I’ll go to the store. It’s not far. At least I can go inside and warm up.”

He walks fast, alternating between a fast walk and a jog until he gets to the store.  He’s hanging around there for a while, staying outside and trying to find a sheltered spot where it might be less cold.  He stays out as long as he can stand it, the cold biting his fingers and toes until they hurt.  His ears feel like they are on fire and the cold air stings his nose painfully when he breathes in.

The cold is too much for him, driving him inside to find warmth.  He looks at the inviting warmth through the window.

“They won’t like me just hanging around and will kick me out, probably accusing me of shoplifting or something.  People always seem to be suspicious for no good reason of kids on their own without parents.  I have to do it.  I’m going in.”

He glances at the store clerk nervously as he enters the store and starts wandering up and down aisles, pretending he’s looking for something.




The Latchkey Kids: 1 Meet the Latchkey Kids – Andrew by Vivian Munnoch

At twelve, Andrew has been a latchkey kid since last year and has never really gotten completely used to being home alone. 

Andrew just got home from school and is already so bored that he can’t stand it.

He is in the living room playing half-heartedly on his Xbox game, the volume turned too loud, but there is no one there to tell him to turn it down.  With only one game to play, he got bored with it pretty fast.

“I wish I had more games.  The games are a lot of money and it’s taking me forever to save up enough allowance to buy another one.”

He snorts at the thought.  “I guess I’d earn the money a lot faster if I did my chores, but chores are lame and boring.”

He looks at the clock.  Nobody will be home for a few hours.

“Man, that is just forever,” he grumbles.

At twelve, Andrew has been a latchkey kid since last year and has never really gotten completely used to being home alone.  He’s fine except for one thing that makes him nervous; sometimes he hears strange noises in the house. It usually happens when the house is very quiet.  When everyone else is sleeping or he’s home alone.  Because of this, Andrew doesn’t like being home alone.  It makes him nervous, but he won’t admit that to anyone.

Andrew thinks he’s the only person with this problem and that it’s lame and for little kids.

Sometimes, he imagines the noises are giant rats in the basement, waiting for the right time to come squirming up the stairs to chew their noses off and devour their eyes in their sleep.  Sometimes he imagines it’s someone breaking into the house.

When he told his parents last year about his fear, they said it was ridiculous and laughed. He didn’t talk about his fear again after that; not to anyone.  He doesn’t want anyone else laughing at him too.

Andrew is only going through the motions of playing his game, running his game player through a maze of bad guys, jumping and shooting without really paying attention.  He doesn’t miss a beat.  He has this game down and figures he could play it blindfolded.

He freezes, eyes widening and hands locked on the Xbox controller while his helpless character is repeatedly beaten to a pulp and killed by the bad guy in the game, over and over, phasing back into the game with a new life only to be killed again each time.  It’s a repetition of music, weapon blasts, and his character’s death scream playing on repeat.

“What was that?” he thinks.  “That was a thump, definitely a thump from somewhere in the house.”

He heard it despite the loud noise of the game. His stomach knots with anxiety and he keeps still, listening.  The thump comes again, quiet, and then something that sounds like a wet slither. Andrew’s knees feel instantly weak.

“It’s coming from the basement,” he thinks.

“It’s nothing,” he whispers quietly, trying to convince himself.

“Mom and dad would say I imagined it,” he thinks.  “They would say it’s only my imagination, that there’s nothing there.  Or they would say it’s just the sound of the house settling, whatever that means.”

“More like settling its sour stomach after eating someone,” he whispers.

Andrew keeps listening, a frozen statue, waiting for more noises.  The television blaring the Xbox game in front of him is making him self-conscious now.  If there is anyone, or thing, in the house, the noise will attract it.

He looks at the television anxiously, wanting to move and turn the sound off.  “But what if the sudden silence alerts it or him or whatever that I’m here?” he thinks.

“Better leave it on,” he whispers. He is growing more nervous with each heartbeat.  The urge to get out of there is too strong to ignore.  “Whatever made that sound can have the house to itself.  I’m out of here.”

Heart beating fast and too scared to move, Andrew yells at himself in his head, keeping his lips closed tight because he is afraid whatever it is will hear him breathe.  “MOVE, COME ON AND JUST MOVE! STAND UP!”

Andrew finally makes himself move.  He puts the game controller down as quietly as possible and creeps to the front door, grabbing his jacket on the way from where he had carelessly tossed it on a chair.  He winces at the quiet hissing noise his jacket makes from the fabric rustling as he slips it on.  Jamming his feet quickly into his boots, he grabs his hat and mitts, almost forgets his key, and slips out of the house.  He closes the door quietly behind him, turning the key in the lock as quietly as he can to lock the door.

“If there’s anything here, that’ll slow it down,” he thinks.

He runs down the driveway, turns, and races down the road, the cold snow crunching loudly beneath his boots and his breath pluming in a cloud that hangs in the air behind him for a span of heartbeats before vanishing.  His heart is beating fast and he has to force himself to not look back to see if anything is chasing him.  The feeling that something is won’t go away, even though he knows it isn’t likely.