Or was it all some kind of nightmare fantasy?
Janine smiled at Amanda. “I guess you had some really horrible dreams while you were unconscious. Evil and graves and somebody named Sarah.” She reached for the plastic pitcher on the bedside table. “Want some water?”
“No!” Amanda almost shouted, sitting up straight.
Janine froze, her hand on the pitcher.
“Do you remember anything?” Amanda demanded. “What about the box I found in Corky Corcoran’s locker? You’re the one who read the letter and the instructions on how to call up the Evil. You have to remember that!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Janine repeated. “I’m sorry, Amanda. You said we were at Sarah Fear’s grave, but I never heard of Sarah Fear. You and Brandon were found in a part of the cemetery that hasn’t even been used yet.”
This isn’t true, Amanda thought. It can’t be. “What about the box? Corky’s box?” she demanded.
Janine shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t remember any box. I never heard anything about this Evil. And believe me, no one has been killed.”
Amanda fell back against the bed, stunned.
“So what happened to you and Brandon?” Janine asked again. “Your parents are worried sick. They went down to the cafeteria for coffee. They’ll be right back up. I think—”
“I have to see Brandon,” Amanda interrupted. “Right away. Is he okay? Is he here?”
“He recovered quickly,” Janine replied. “But he says he doesn’t remember what happened to you two. He’s been waiting with me outside.”
“Bring him in,” Amanda demanded. “Please—hurry.”
Looking puzzled, Janine disappeared.
A few seconds later, Brandon entered. “Are you okay?” he asked, studying her thoughtfully.
“Are you?” she replied.
He nodded and took the chair by her bed.
“Our parents are all having cows!” Brandon declared. “I really don’t know what to tell them. I mean, about what happened to us.”
Did it happen? Amanda wondered.
Did I dream it? I have to ask him. I have to know.
“Brandon?” She cleared her throat nervously. “Do you remember being on the ship with me?”
He leaned close and whispered his reply. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”
“Thank goodness!” Amanda cried. “Janine thinks I dreamed the whole thing.”
“It wasn’t a dream,” Brandon assured her. “You and I sat together on that sinking ship and watched those two young women drown in the ocean. It—it was so horrifying . . .” His voice trailed off.
“Yes, it was,” Amanda agreed. “I kept watching the water. I was so afraid they would come back up.”
Brandon shook his head. “They didn’t. We saw them drown.”
“And the Evil drowned with them,” Amanda said thoughtfully. “That’s why Natalie and Luke are alive. They didn’t die because the Evil drowned with Sarah and Jane.”
Brandon nodded. “We watched it drown. Now Sarah and Jane can rest peacefully.”
Amanda sighed.
Brandon took her hand. “But we can’t rest peacefully—can we, Amanda?” He leaned closer, and his eyes glowed bright green. Such an evil, unnatural green.
“No. We can’t rest,” Amanda agreed, squeezing his hand. She pulled herself up. And stared back at him, her eyes glowing green, as bright and evil as his.
She felt the Evil pulsing inside her. Throbbing . . . throbbing so powerfully. Sarah and Jane drowned. But the Evil didn’t drown with them . . .
“We can’t rest,” Amanda repeated, squeezing Brandon’s hand tighter, tighter. “You and I have so much work to do!’
About the Author
R.L. Stine is the best-selling author in America. He has written over one hundred scary books for young people, all of them bestsellers.
His series include Fear Street, Ghosts of Fear Street and the Fear Street Sagas.
Bob grew up in Columbus, Ohio. Today he lives in New York City with his wife, Jane, his teenage son, Matt, and his dog, Nadine.
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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R.L. Stine, The Evil Lives!
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