The New Year's Party (18 page)

“But why take your revenge on us?” Reenie cried. “You died more than ten years before we were born! Her voice came out shaky and weak, but she forced herself to continue. “We didn't cause your death! We didn't cause P.J.'s death!”

Liz moved up in front of Reenie. She stood so close
Reenie could feel Liz's cold, sour breath against her face.

“I liked you all so much at first. Especially you, Reenie,” Liz said, almost tenderly. “You were all so nice. So friendly to me.” Her expression darkened. “Then you played the same kind of cruel trick on P.J. that my other so-called friends did.”

She sighed. “And that's when I knew. That's when I knew you all had to die.”

“We play those tricks all the time!” Greta cried. “For fun. To have a good laugh. That's all. We aren't like those other kids. We didn't want to hurt P.J.” She turned to P.J. “I was your friend—remember?”

P.J. scowled. “Some friend.”

“Enough talk,” Liz said sharply. “My brother and I have waited so long for this. It's hard to believe it's finally going to happen.”

She picked up the knife.

Smiled at Reenie. A cold smile. Dead eyes glowing.

Lurched at Reenie.

Ty jumped between them.

“Stay out of this, Ty,” Liz ordered. She raised the knife, her face twisted in anger. “Move away, Ty.”

Ty didn't budge. He stood there, hands at his sides, his gaze fixed on Liz.

“You've got the story wrong, Beth,” Ty declared softly.

“Wrong? What are you talking about?” Liz demanded.

“You haven't figured it out, Beth,” he told her.
“You haven't figured out why you were brought back to life.”

“Ty, step aside,” Liz ordered. “Stop trying to protect Reenie. She's going to die and so are you.”

“No, I'm not,” Ty insisted.

Reenie stared hard at him, studying him. She didn't know Ty very well. But here he was being so brave, so totally brave, standing up to Liz or Beth or whatever her name was. Standing up to a girl who had been dead for thirty years with such calmness, such courage.

“You haven't figured it out, Beth,” Ty repeated softly. “You weren't brought back from the dead to have your revenge. I was!”

“Y
our
revenge!” Liz shrieked. “For
what?
”

“I died on that snowy New Year's Eve in 1965, too,” Ty told her.

Reenie gasped.

Ty? Ty is a ghost, too? Reenie felt chill after chill roll down her body.

“Don't you remember me?” Ty asked Liz. “I remember you so well. You and your brother.”

“No!” P.J. and Liz both cried at once. They are scared, Reenie saw. They remember Ty somehow.

“I didn't know why I'd been brought back to life, back to Shadyside, either,” Ty continued. “Until I met you and your brother. Then I knew. I knew you
were Beth and Jeremy. The ones who ran me down in the snow on New Year's Eve and left me to die.”

P.J. uttered a moan of pain. “We should have stopped. We should have stopped.”

“Don't!” Liz snapped at her brother. “We didn't kill him! We hit an animal. A raccoon.”

“You know that isn't true, Beth,” Ty insisted. “I'm sure you remember my face against the windshield. I stared in at you. I saw you both—before you raced away and left me to die.”

Liz spun around and ran wildly to the door.

Ty reached it before she did and blocked her way. He stroked Liz's cheek with one finger. She shivered.

“That's why I stayed so close to you,” Ty told her. “I've been waiting for this moment. The perfect moment for my revenge—New Year's.”

Bong!

The clock chimed, startling Reenie. The first stroke of midnight.

“It's my turn,” Ty continued. “That's why you two were brought back. So I could kill you. That's why all three of us were brought back.”

An expression of pure dread spread across Liz's face.

Ty grabbed her.

Liz uttered a howl of terror.

The clock continued to chime.

Bong!

Bong!

Bong! Bong! Bong!

Liz flailed at Ty with her fists. Tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

But Ty held on, refusing to release her.

“Let go of my sister!” P.J. wailed.

He threw himself on Ty. Struggled to pull Liz from Ty's grasp.

Bong!

Bong!

Bong!

Reenie had lost count. But she knew midnight was only moments away.

Liz and Ty and P.J. whirled around, tugging each other as if in a mad dance.

Faster and faster.

Waves of icy air swept off their bodies. Reenie's skin felt numb. Her eyes teared.

Bong!

Liz's screams drowned out the clock.

They whirled around the vicious circle, a circle of rage and revenge.

Faster. Still faster. A ghostly whirlwind.

A high, shrill whistle pierced Reenie's ears.

Louder. Shriller. Until Reenie covered both ears to shut it out.

Then it stopped.

And the three ghosts began to fade.

They grew dimmer.

Dimmer.

Bong!

They faded to shadows.

Then the shadows faded to smoke.

A spinning column of smoke.

Bong!
The clock struck twelve.

And fell silent.

The smoke faded. And floated away.

Reenie and her friends stared in shocked silence.

“They're gone,” Greta whispered finally. “Gone.”

Sean let out a long sigh.

Without realizing it, they were hugging each other.

Hugging each other tightly. Because they had survived.

Because they were alive!

They hugged each other in silence.

And then Reenie turned to the spot where the ghosts had spun and whirled, had done their final dance.

“It's all so sad, so sad and frightening,” she said. “What more is there to say?”

For a long moment no one answered.

Then Sean put his arm around her and pulled her close. “How about Happy New Year?” he said softly.

“Where do you get your ideas?”

That's the question that R.L. Stine is asked most often. “I don't know where my ideas come from,” he says. “But I do know that I have a lot more scary stories in my mind that I can't wait to write.”

So far, he has written over a hundred mysteries and thrillers for young people, all of them best-sellers.

Bob grew up in Columbus, Ohio. Today he lives in an apartment near Central Park in New York City with his wife, Jane.

Dear Readers,

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—where your worst nightmares live! It's a terrifying place for Shadyside High students—and for YOU!

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It happened fast. Just a moment earlier, Chloe had been sitting with Amy and Paul on the observation deck atop Coit Tower in San Francisco.
What would happen if I dropped a penny from up here?
she wondered. She climbed up on the railing and dug into her jeans pocket, hunting for spare change.

That was when she fell.

As Chloe tumbled through the fog, all she could think was,
My mother will be so upset when she finds out I skipped School…. Maybe all that stuff about you life flashing before your eyes is just bull.

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