seemed to be staring straight ahead, not moving.
âWhatâs his problem?â Steve asked, leaning against the car door as he stared at Lukeâs car.
âI donât know,â Josie replied, bewildered. âWhy is he just sitting there?â
âThink I should go talk to him or something?â Steve suggested.
Josie shook her head. âNo. I donât know. I mean, heâs okay, I think. Maybe he just wants to be alone or something.â
âWeird,â Steve said, shaking his head. He lowered himself into the car.
As they drove down Fear Street, heading toward town, Josie was surprised to find herself becoming more and more frightened.
She tried to force them away, but the upsetting images of the past week invaded her mind. Muggy dead. The dark puddle of blood. Rachelâs giggling response. Rachel so gleeful as she announced that somebody hated Josie. The valentines. The horrible valentines with their scrawled, ugly threats.
She stared out into the passing night, dark yards and houses whirring by, and felt the waves of fear roll over her body. âSteve,â she said softly, touching hisarm as if making sure he was real and not just another image. âSteve, maybe we should turn back.â
âYouâll be okay,â he said soothingly. âReally.â
âBut those valentines. They all said Iâd die today.â
âA stupid joke, Josie,â he replied calmly. âA horrible, stupid joke. Donât worry.â
âBut I am worried,â Josie admitted in a trembling voice. âIâm very worried. . . .â
Chapter 14
ERICA IS WORRIED
E rica squinted through the darkness to the clock on her bedroom wall: 2:03.
She pulled herself up in bed and lowered her feet to the floor.
Staring at the clock, she stretched and listened to the silence.
The house was dark and still.
Iâm the only one awake, Erica told herself unhappily.
Her father was still away on his business trip. Her mother had returned from a party at the neighborsâ house at about eleven-thirty and had gone right to bed.
Mom is sleeping peacefully, Erica thought. Sheâs such a sound sleeper, she doesnât know. She doesnât know that itâs after two in the morning and Josie isnât home.
Iâm the only one whoâs awake.
With a groan, she stood up and untwisted her nightshirt. Then she made her way across the dark room to her desk, the floorboards creaking under the thin carpet.
She clicked on the desk lamp, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright white light. Leaning on the edge of the desk, she reached for the phone directory.
She dropped the directory on the desk, then flipped quickly through the Bâs until she found Barron. Steveâs phone number had been underlined in red ink, probably by Josie.
Keeping her finger on the number, Erica glanced up at the clock. She sighed and punched Steveâs number, leaning against the old oak desk as she waited for the ring.
âHello?â Steve answered halfway through the third ring, his voice hoarse with sleep.
âSteve?â Erica whispered.
âUh-huh. Whoâs this?â
Erica started to reply, then heard a loud clunk.
âSorry,â Steve said after a few seconds. âDropped the phone.â
âWere you asleep? Itâs Erica.â
âHuh? Erica?â Steve said the name as if heâd never heard it before. âYeah. I was asleep. I . . . uh . . .â
âSteve, Iâm so worried,â Erica told him, her voice revealing her fear. âJosie isnât home.â
The line was silent for a long moment. âNot home?â Steve finally replied, sounding alert. âWhat time is it?â
âItâs after two,â Erica told him.
âIt is?â He sounded very surprised. âBut Josie shouldâve been home hours ago.â
âI donât understand,â Erica said, starting to sound more than a little
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