My Name Is Evil (14 page)

I stared in horror at the sisters as they made their way toward us through the woods.

Jackie with her long hair flying behind her, beaded necklace bobbing up and down at her throat.

Judy, her clothes ripped and stained—but alive, alive!—marching in the middle, her eyes narrowed in anger.

Jilly, leaning on a crutch, struggling to keep up, her blond hair bouncing against her back, shaking her head, a scowl on her pale face.

They were my best friends, I thought bitterly. And now …

They think I am ruining their lives. All three of them—they believe I am trying to destroy them.

And so they are coming after me.

And in a few seconds … they will get me.

I took a deep breath and turned to Glen. “Okay!” I called in a whisper. I glanced over my shoulder, watching the sisters come closer.

“Okay, Glen. It's you and me,” I whispered.

I reached out my hand to him. “I'll share the power. Let me have some of the power.”

I could feel the invisible wall fade away. I took a step toward Glen. Then another. I could move again.

His eyes burned into mine. “You're serious? You'll help me destroy them for good?”

“Yes,” I whispered, holding out my hand. “Yes. Hurry. I want the power again. They're almost here! Hurry!”

He stepped forward. Reached out to me. Grabbed my hand.

And squeezed it hard.

“Thank you!” I cried. “Yes! Thank you!”

“There they are!” Jackie cried, pointing.

“Maggie—” Jilly called, breathless from pulling herself through the woods with a crutch.

“Stay back!” I warned. I raised my hand, the hand Glen had just squeezed. “I'm warning you! Stay back!”

“This has to stop!” Judy shouted. “Those animals—they wanted to kill me!”

“Yes. This has to stop,” Jackie repeated. “Now!”

I turned to Glen in time to see a cruel grin spread over his face. “The evil hasn't started yet!” he declared.

“It was Glen!” I cried, turning back to the sisters. “It was Glen the whole time! He has the powers! He—he was using me!”

“Yes!” Glen shouted, beaming with pride. “Yes, it was me all along! My power! My magic! But I made you believe your friend was evil. I made you believe!”

I saw the shock on the sisters' faces. But I didn't wait for them to react. I knew I had to act quickly.

I spun around to face Glen. I raised my hand and waved it at him.

I concentrated all my thoughts … concentrated … concentrated … my arms tingled. Once again, my hands started to burn …

Glen opened his mouth in a cry of surprise. He was so stunned. He had no time to fight back.

And then he started to spin. Twirling like a top, he whirled around and around on one foot.

“Hey—!” He managed to call out. He tried to point at me. Tried to use his powers to stop me.

But I made him spin faster … faster. So fast he was sending up clouds of dirt and dead leaves.

“Thanks for sharing the power, Glen!” I shouted. “Thanks for sharing!”

And then I concentrated harder—and sent him flying off the ground. Higher … above the trees …

Spinning, his arms thrashing the air. Twirling faster and faster inside a cyclone of leaves, and twigs, and dirt.

And then I changed my thought. Concentrated …

I sent Glen crashing to the ground. He landed hard on his stomach. Let out a whoosh of air. Bounced once. Twice.

And before he could move, I changed my thought again. Pointed my finger down at him.

And watched his body shrink … shrink …

… until he was a tiny, brown-and-white-striped chipmunk.

His tiny paws scrabbled over the dirt. He glanced up at me once with his round, black eyes. And then he scuttled around a fallen log and vanished under a blanket of dead leaves.

Finally I lowered my hand to my side. I started to breathe again.

Jackie rushed up to hug me. “You tricked him?”

I nodded.

“It's all over? The horror is over?” Judy asked. “It was Glen the whole time? Glen's evil powers?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “He—he used me.”

And then we were all hugging each other, all four of us at once. Hugging and laughing and crying all at the same time.

Finally, I let out a long sigh. “I can feel the power slipping away. I'm starting to feel normal.”

“No—wait!” Jackie cried. “Before the power is gone for good—one favor!”

“Huh? What kind of favor?” I asked.

“Can you change our algebra grades?”

I laughed. Then I shut my eyes and concentrated … concentrated …

“Guess what?” I told them. “All four of us just made the Honor Roll!”

Go Deeper Into This
Nightmare…

From the moment a fortune-teller looks at Maggie O'Connor's hand and exclaims: “You bring EVIL,” Maggie is plunged into a true Nightmare Room experience. To her horror, everyone believes Maggie is the cause of hideous accidents. Her friends shun her and her life spins out of control.

Is she the victim of an evil fate? Could a fortune-teller really predict Maggie's fate just by looking at her palm? Or is Maggie the only one who can explain what happened to her?

Palmistry—The Art Of Reading Palms

Maggie's troubles begin when she has her palm read at a carnival. Can your palm really indicate the kind of person you are—or predict your future? Many people believe it can. They believe that the lines and patterns on our hands are similar to a map of our lives. They show us directions and qualities that guide us as we grow and change.

Take a look at your hand
—look at the one you write with. That's your dominant hand. It's the one that has the most important information on it. There are three basic lines on your palm: the heart line, the head line, and the life line. These lines don't change much over your life.

The heart line describes your ability to feel emotions. If you have a deep heart line, it probably means you're pretty emotional and very caring. If you have a shallow heart line it could mean you are a fairly calm person.

The head line reveals how thoughtful and intelligent you are and also your general personality type. A deep head line shows you are very thoughtful and a very warm and caring person. A light head line doesn't say you're dumb, it indicates that you're very sensitive. It may also indicate that you need more sleep than most people.

The life line shows your energy and vitality. A deep life line indicates strength and energy and the ability to face and solve problems. A shallow life line indicates someone who is very receptive to life and likes to argue.

Look closer at your hand. Some of the lines on your hand are broken lines. They just stop. Broken lines show change and inconsistency. A broken heart line may mean the end of a relationship (bye-bye, boyfriend). A broken head line may mean that you are dissatisfied with your life and want to change things. A broken life line may mean it's time to see a doctor.

People who study palms attach meaning to all the patterns and lines on the palm:

• Wavy lines mean you can be inconsistent and distracted.
  
• Branching lines that point up are a good thing.
  
• Branching lines that point down mean a disappointment or weakness.
  
• Star shapes are very rare—they can be signs of good luck—or tragedy.
  

The vertical line that crosses the head and heart line is the fate line. Not everyone has one—in fact, most people don't have one. A deep fate line shows strong direction in our lives. No fate line means you have to figure it out as you go.

More About Maggie

Maggie O'Connor's Nightmare Room experience was so strange and so terrifying that she has no desire to relive it. However, she did agree to answer some questions from the nightmareroom.com members—just this once.

Question:  Is Maggie O'Connor your real name?

Answer: No.

Question: What was the scariest part of this experience?

Answer: It was all scary. The worst part was losing my friends. How would you feel if everyone were against you?

Question: Did fire really shoot out of your fingers? How did it feel?

Answer: I have no memory of that. I guess I blacked it out, but other people swear it happened. Someone told me that some people have burst into flames and died. It's called spontaneous combustion. Luckily that didn't happen to me.

Question : How are the triplets? They seemed cool.

Answer: Jilly, Jackie, and Judy are cool. We're still good friends, but we never, never talk about what happened. In fact this is that last time I'm ever going to talk about it again.

Question: What did you learn from this experience?

Answer: It made me braver, but also it made me realize that nothing is more important than true friends.

Question: How are you going to celebrate your next birthday?

Answer: I'm not going to a carnival, I'll tell you that.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

R.L. STINE says he has a great job. “My job is to give kids the CREEPS!” With his scary books, R.L. has terrified kids all over the world. He has sold over 300 million books, making him the best-selling children's author in history.

These days, R.L. is dishing out new frights in his series THE NIGHTMARE ROOM. When he isn't working, he likes to read old mysteries, watch
SpongeBob Squarepants
on TV, and take his dog, Nadine, for long walks around New York City, where he lives with his wife, Jane, and son, Matthew.

“I love taking my readers to scary places,” R.L. says. “Do you know the scariest place of all? It's your MIND!”

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Liar Liar

As I fell back, I heard a high-pitched giggle in my ear.

I tumbled to the ground. Spun around quickly. Jumped to my feet.

And stared angrily at Jake.

“What are you doing out here?” I cried. My voice cracked.

That made Jake giggle even harder. His eyes flashed excitedly in the dim light. He loves scaring me. It's a total thrill for him to sneak up behind me and grab me or shout, “Boo!”

“What are you doing outside?” I repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders.

His grin grew wider. “I saw you coming.”

I squeezed his tiny shoulders harder. “When did Mom get home? Does she know I went out?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “Maybe I told her. Or maybe I didn't.”

“Which is it?” I demanded.

“Maybe you have to find out,” he said.

I loosened my grip. I smoothed the front of his T-shirt. “Listen, Jake—help me out here. I—”

The dining room window slid open. Mom poked her head out. “There you are, Rosssss.”

I could tell by the way she hissed my name that she was totally angry.

“Get in here,” she said. “Both of you. Right now.” She slammed the window so hard, the glass panes shook.

She was waiting for us in the kitchen, hands pressed tightly against her waist. “Where were you, Rosssss?”

“Uh … nowhere,” I said.

“You were nowhere?”

“Yeah,” I said.

Jake laughed.

Mom's eyes burned into mine. “You weren't home when I got here. Were you?”

“Well … it's not what you're thinking,” I said. “I mean, I didn't go to Max's party.”

“Yes, you did!” Jake chimed in.

“Then where did you go?” Mom asked. “Why are you wearing a bathing suit? And why is it wet?”

“Uh … you see, Jake was watching a video. And I was so hot … I just went outside to cool off. I took a swim in our pool. Really. I knew I was grounded. So I just hung around the pool.”

Jake laughed.

“Shut up, Jake!” I shouted. I spun away from him. “He just wants to get me in trouble, Mom. I was in the backyard. Really.”

Mom scrunched up her face as she studied me. I could tell she was trying to decide whether or not to believe me.

The phone rang.

Mom punched the button on the speakerphone. “Hello?”

“Oh, hi. Mrs. Arthur?”

I recognized Max's voice. I could hear the party going on in the background.

“Yes, Max. Did you want to speak to Ross?”

“No,” Max replied. “I was just calling to tell him he left his towel and his extra suit at my house.”

I slumped onto a kitchen stool. Caught again.

Mom thanked Max and clicked off the speakerphone. When she turned back to me, she did not have her friendly face on. In fact, she was bright red.

“I'm really worried about you, Ross,” she said in a whisper.

“Huh? Worried?”

“I don't think you know how to tell the truth anymore.”

“Sure, I do,” I said. “I just—”

Mom shook her head. “No. Really, Ross. I don't think you know the difference between the truth and a lie.”