Field of Screams by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

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I was being smothered—by a shadow!

I gasped and strained for air. Fingers of cold dug deep into my veins. It felt as though my blood was turning to ice.

I pushed against the shadow.

My hands passed right through it!

The horrible cold weight was crushing the air right out of my lungs. And I couldn’t even touch it!

I grasped desperately at the thing. But my fingers closed on nothing.

This is it, I thought. I’m finished!

Then, suddenly, I could breathe again.

No more horrible weight on my chest.

No more icy chill.

I was struggling with my own sheets.

I peered around the room. My breath rasped loudly in the stillness. Moonlight poured in through the open window.

I lay there, shaking. Was it a dream? A horrible nightmare?

Then a ghostly voice whispered in my ear.

“I’ll be back,” it said. “I’m coming for you. And next time I’ll be stronger.”

I gasped. No dream. It was no dream!

A ghost attacked me!

A ghost from the Fear Street Cemetery.

Okay. I was ready to admit it.

“I believe in ghosts,” I whispered.

But what did it want with me? What did I do to it?

I didn’t have a clue!

Gradually, the numbness bled from my veins. My breathing returned to normal.

My hand trembled as I flicked on the lamp. I swung my feet down to the floor and sat up. I glanced over at the mirror.

Buddy Gibson’s square face stared back at me.

“Why?” I asked the reflection. “Why did you have to be living on Fear Street, of all places?”

Now things were even worse than before!

Not only did Boog want to pound me into the ground. Not only was I trapped in the past.

Now I had some crazy Fear Street ghost after me!

What was next? Plagues? Floods? Other natural disasters?

I remembered the ghost’s words. It said it was getting stronger. And coming back.

What was I going to do?

There was only one answer. I had to get out of there before the thing came back.

But once again I had a basic problem: How?

Wishing didn’t work. Neither did hitting my head again, the way I did in the cemetery. Not that I planned that!

And I knew now that Ernie wasn’t going to help me. He didn’t even know what I was talking about.

“Use your brain, Buddy,” I told myself. “Think.”

What did I know about time travel?

Not much! Until yesterday I never even believed it was possible.

I thought of all the TV shows I’d seen with time travel in them. In most cases, people traveled through time on purpose.

But then I remembered this one show where the guy couldn’t control his travel. Like me.

In the show he could move on only if he changed history for the person whose body he was stuck in.

I thought about that. Change history.

Maybe I was supposed to change history!

But change what?

Then I slapped my forehead. Of course. The answer was obvious!

“The bus crash!” I said aloud.

Maybe I was supposed to save Gibson and his teammates from dying!

Maybe I was supposed to be a hero!

Cool.

But how could I do it?

Hmmm. Maybe if we lost our last game—tomorrow’s game.

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