Third Evil by Stine R. L

Author:Stine, R. L. [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780671751197
Amazon: 0671751190
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 1992-10-02T05:00:00+00:00

PART TWO

Cold Fear

Chapter 12

Using Her Powers

Back in Shadyside, Corky could barely remember the last days of camp. Everything was a blur since she had discovered the awful truth. This Saturday afternoon found Corky in her room.

"Corky, what are you doing?" Her mother's concerned voice called through the closed door.

"Just resting," Corky called back, raising her head from the pillow. Dressed in faded jeans and a sleeveless yellow T-shirt, she had thrown herself onto her bed after lunch. Thoughts washed about in her head like unruly ocean waves—strange thoughts, thoughts that weren't entirely her own.

"Are you sick?" her mother called in. "It's not like you to rest on a Saturday afternoon."

"I'm just tired," Corky replied impatiently. "You know… from cheerleader camp."

She listened to her mother pad down the stairs Then she buried her head deep in the pillow, trying to drown out the roaring in her ears.

Cheerleader camp. What a dreadful week.

She stayed in her dorm room after she had made her horrifying discovery. She told everyone she was sick.

What choice did she have?

She couldn't go to any of the workshops or practices; she couldn't perform in the evening competitions. She was too afraid she might hurt someone.

Or worse.

She had stayed in bed when Kimmy or Hannah were in the room. She tried to talk to them as little as possible.

Miss Green got a doctor to come examine Corky. But, of course, he found nothing wrong.

Nothing wrong. What a laugh, she thought bitterly.

Sometimes the evil force faded a little. Sometimes it let her think clearly. Sometimes it gave her just enough time to herself to become afraid, truly afraid.

And then the roar, the endless roar would return, and her memories would leave her. And she would move in a world of deep red and darker black, and not remember.

Not remember anything at all.

Except the fear.

Lying on top of her bedcovers, tossing uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the ancient evil, she remembered everything now.

So clearly. Too clearly.

She remembered sitting in the coffeeshop with the other girls, making the pea soup spurt up over the table.

Why? Because they had teased her. And just because she could.

She remembered reaching out across the gym, reaching, reaching to trip Blair O'Connell. What a pleasing sight that was. And what a pleasing sound. That crack. That crunch. The sound of her face hitting the floor, her teeth breaking.

How satisfying, the shimmering red blood that flowed from her wounded mouth.

And there was more. More!

She remembered getting up in the early hours of morning, the sky still heavy with night. She remembered creeping to the desk drawer and silently removing her scissors. She remembered working carefully to cut off Hannah's disgusting black braid. She remembered the soft, nearly silent snip snip as she moved the blade through the thick hair. And she remembered placing the severed braid neatly on top of Hannah's covers so she would see it the moment she woke up.

That was fun.

But later her fun had been interrupted.

Kimmy burst in to spoil her fun, spoil her chance to murder Hannah.

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