The First Horror by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Horror, Young Adult, Childrens, Thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9780613731645
Goodreads: 659163
Publisher: Turtleback Books
Published: 1994-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The ghostly figure tried to move away. Her long white nightdress sweeping over the floor as she turned to run.

But Cally grabbed her arm and held on.

“Kody!” she screamed. “It’s you!”

“Let go!” Kody demanded.

But Cally tightened her grip and pulled her sister into the bedroom. “Why, Kody?” she cried. “Why have you been doing this to me?”

“You wouldn’t believe me!” Kody replied, breaking free of Cally’s grasp. Her long nightdress caught, and she stumbled over the desk chair beside the doorway. With a low cry of surprise, she caught her balance on the doorframe.

“You wouldn’t believe!” she repeated, her green eyes burning into Cally’s. “I had to make you believe!”

“Believe what?” Cally demanded shrilly.

“Believe that there’s something evil in this house,” Kody shot back in a hushed, angry whisper. “You laughed at me. You said I was a jerk. But I know I’m right, Cally. All the horrible accidents—Dad and the knife, my ladder falling over—they weren’t accidents! I know there’s something haunting this house, something evil.”

Cally rolled her eyes and let out an angry groan. “So you tapped on my door every night to make me think you were a ghost? That makes a lot of sense, Kody!”

“I thought it would convince you,” Kody replied, lowering her eyes. She nervously tossed her hair back with one hand. “I was desperate. I wanted you to believe. I wanted you to be on my side. So I—I haunted you.”

Cally shook her head. “I don’t believe it. My own sister,” she muttered. “And did you pull all my clothes out of the closet too?”

Kody nodded. “Yeah. And I smeared the red paint all over the porch and painted the number ninety-nine,” she confessed.

“You what?” Cally shrieked in disbelief.

“I figured it was no big deal. I knew we had to paint a top coat on the porch anyway,” Kody explained with a shrug. “I was desperate, Cally. Don’t you understand? I was desperate to get you on my side. A little red paint didn’t matter.”

“Didn’t matter?” Cally cried furiously. “Didn’t matter? You nearly gave Dad a heart attack!”

“Don’t exaggerate!” Kody cried.

“I’m not exaggerating,” Cally replied heatedly. “Did you see how stressed out Dad was tonight because of James and the puppy? Did you see how worried he looked? Know what? I heard him talking to himself tonight.”

“Huh?” Kody’s face revealed her surprise.

“In the den,” Cally continued, starting to pace back and forth in front of her sister. “He didn’t know I was there. He was talking to himself, Kody. Muttering about Cubby and about the house. It—it was really scary.”

“Poor Dad,” Kody murmured, shaking her head. She dropped down onto Cally’s bed. “Stop pacing like that. Please,” she begged.

“I can’t believe you tried to frighten me,” Cally said, ignoring the plea. “Why didn’t you just come in and talk to me?”

“Talk to you?” Kody let out a bitter laugh. “Every time I started talking about the evil in this house, you just made fun of me. There was no way I could talk to you.

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