The Secret Bedroom by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

While I was having that dream, she thought.

It was a dream--wasn't it?

Lea had no memory of leaving the attic after seeing the ghost. She didn't remember turning off the attic light, or climbing back down the metal ladder, replacing the trapdoor, returning to her room, or getting into bed.

It had to have been a dream, she told herself. A very vivid and frightening nightmare.

So real. So many details.

But a dream nevertheless.

At breakfast she decided not to trouble her parents with it. Her dad had already been to the lumber yard, which opened early on Sunday mornings for people like him, and he and her mother were heatedly discussing their project for the day--the renovation of the screened-in porch on the side of the house.

They're so wrapped up in their plans, they don't even know I'm here. Lea thought. She felt amused by their childlike enthusiasm, but also a little hurt, a Httle left out.

As Lea was finishing her pancakes, sopping up the last drop of dark syrup from her plate, the phone rang. It was Deena, asking if Lea'd like to go to the indoor tennis club Deena belonged to and hit a few balls.

Lea dressed quickly, pleased by the invitation. Watching the sky grow more threatening outside her bedroom windows, she pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. Then she searched her dresser drawers for a more appropriate tennis outfit to change into at the club.

FFAR STREET

It'll feci good to get some exercise, she thought. And ni be able to tell Dccna about the weird dream I had last night.

Deena picked Lea up in her parents' station wagon. Driving through the gray streets, a light, wet snow beginning to fall, she talked about Luke, her new boyfriend, telling Lea about the concert he took her to the night before, not leaving out a single detail, as far as Lea could tell.

It was warm and bright inside the domed tennis dub. and most of the courts were taken even though it was Sunday morning. As they began to volley, Lea could tell right away that Deena was the better player.

They volleyed for a while, then played a ganoe. *i really need a new racket," Lea apologized after missing two of Deena's serves in a row.

It's funny how people stare at their rackets after missing a ball or messing up. Lea thought. As if the racket were at fault and not the arm that swung it.

Deena eased up on her serve, and the two girls contmued their game. "You have a pretty good backhand." I>eena said as they changed into their street clothes afterward.

**You went easy on me," Lea said, a little embarrassed.

**A little bit." Deena admitted. But only a little

bit."

Both girls laughed.

Outside, the snow had stopped, but the sky remained gray and threatening and the sidewalks were wet.

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