Ruby Jean Jensen Book order (chronological)

THE NIGHT THE CHILDREN CAME HOME It all started the night of Dalton Walsh's revival meeting... when the earth beneath his tent trembled with a kind of vengeance. It was as if some force from beyond knew about the terrible crimes that had transpired in this little town and finally wanted to reveal the evil that lived there. Then the sightings began. All those lost, almost forgotten children; kids who hadn't aged a day in all the years since their disappearance-like the teenage boy who still wore the same clothes he'd last been seen in or the golden-haired little girl who still clutched that same doll. Reverend Dalton didn't know why the children had picked this moment to come home, but he did know one thing; now was the time for a terrible truth to be finally revealed. Now was the time for . . . THE RECKONING

The narrative unfolds around Sybil, who harbors dark intentions linked to a seemingly innocuous baby doll. After receiving the doll as a gift, her life spirals into tragedy with the mysterious death of her sister, Rose Marie. To preserve family honor, Sybil conceals her daughter Rose's illegitimate child, Angela. When Sybil gifts Angela the same doll, another tragic event occurs, igniting a chilling cycle of horror that reverberates through the century. The story intricately weaves themes of family secrets and the sinister power of objects.

Jessica, a lonely five-year-old, navigates her family's emotional distance after her mother leaves to chase a career in New Orleans. With her father preoccupied with work and her half-brother Robert withdrawn, she finds herself increasingly isolated. This poignant tale explores themes of abandonment and the search for connection as Jessica seeks solace outside her fractured home life.

There once was a dolly, with the face of an innocent little baby. She could eat and breathe through the hole in her mouth. Her single eye stared relentlessly, some would say malignantly, as though full of evil, watching, waiting . . . As the years rolled away, she waited in the attic to be picked up, cooed over, and set free to work her will . . . Dorrie had lost her father, and was trying to adapt to her new surroundings. She found happiness in the attic, with her new-found dolly. Her mother, brother and sister seemed busy doing other things. If she had better understood this life and death thing, she might have been concerned when her little doll began to move on its own. If only Dollie had understood that her little doll might have a mind of its own, she might have wondered if the doll was capable of killing … killing …

For Amy and Jody, living with the carnival for the summer was great fun--until Jody stepped into the House of Illusions. It was there that she saw the clowns, with their large red noses, floppy shoes--and deadly grins. A hellish nightmare was about to begin. For these clowns craved terrified screams--not gleeful laughter--and were hungry for death!