April Fools by Richie Tankersley Cusick

Author:Richie Tankersley Cusick [Cusick, Richie Tankersley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Social Issues, Adolescence, Friendship, Horror fiction, Traffic accidents
ISBN: 9781480469051
Google: q0GlAgAAQBAJ
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2014-02-10T18:30:00+00:00

"I'm lucky?" Belinda squeezed her eyes shut and put one arm across her face.

Hildy stood there uncertainly, waiting for Belinda to look up. When she didn't, Hildy took a hesitant step toward the couch.

"I did it for your own good. You'd never have done it on your own."

Belinda didn't answer.

"I didn't beg, you know. He asked you all by himself."

Belinda pressed one hand to her swollen cheek. She felt too exhausted to argue. "Adam thinks someone tried to run him off the road."

*What?" Hildy's smile locked strangely on her lips.

"Everyone else thinks the car just missed the curve -- but Adam says the accident wasn't his fault. And Adam imagines things, so no one believes him."

Hildy's breath came out in a rush. "Then what are you worried about? And anyway -- you still can't be sure it's the same --"

"I'm going to bed." Belinda got up and started down the hall, leaving Hildy staring openmouthed.

"But, Belinda -- I thought we were going to talk!"

"Talk to Frank."

Hildy only looked crushed for a moment. As she heard Belinda's bedroom door close, she yelled, "You're really crazy, you know that?" And then, as her mind flashed back to Noel and the picnic, she looked smug and very pleased with herself. "Okay," she called to the bedroom door, "but someday, Belinda Swanson, you'll thank me for this!"

". . . so obvious he just missed the curve^' . . . **thinks things happen that really don't ..."

Sighing, Belinda pillowed her head on folded arms and stared out her window into the night. She couldn't remember ever feeling so utterly alone ... so deeply afraid. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what was happening. She just lay there, eyes fixed on her window, on the shadows framed and hung against the sky.

She thought of Adam. Adam choking on hate and anger -- hiding in his dark room in a dark, cruel world where nobody cared. Belinda felt sick and hopeless inside. Is this how Adam feels? Like nothing will ever get any better? Like no one will ever --

Her breath caught in her throat.

Across from the foot of her bed, the open window suddenly darkened and filled.

In some remote part of her terrified brain, she tried to beheve that a cloud had simply swept over the moon, swathing the room in darkness.

But deep inside ... in the deepest part of her . . . Belinda knew better.

She knew that the hulking shape in the window was real.

As real as the soft, slow scraping of human hands across the screen . . .

In slow motion BeUnda sat up, her eyes glued in horrible fascination on the person framed there in her window.

She couldn't see his face.

But she felt his eyes.

And she heard his voice.

Low and harsh and full of the worst dangers -- "Murderer," he hissed. "Murderer." And then the soft flow of moonlight spread over the bed once more . . .

And the window was empty.

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