Don't Forget Me! by R.L. Stine Page A

concrete floor. Stone walls. No trapdoor. No opening that led to an endless, black pit.
    We’re too late, I realized. He’s gone.
    Mom and Dad stared at me, bewildered. “Where is he?” Mom whispered. “You said—”
    â€œGone,” I murmured. “Lost.”
    I couldn’t stand it. I felt about to explode.
    I realized I still had the teddy bear photo. I raised it high, as high as I could reach. “Peter, we remember you!” I screamed. “We remember you! We remember you!”
    Silence.
    The longest silence of my life.
    And then the floor shook, and I heard a low, rumbling sound.
    The rumble became a loud groan. The floor raised up … up…. The trapdoor slowly, heavily creaked open.
    We all gasped as Peter stepped forward.
    â€œWe remember you!” I cried. “We remember!”
    The thick mucus covering dropped from his body, fell off in chunks, rained to the floor, and then melted.
    Peter stepped forward, blinking, testing his arms, his legs, stretching.
    And then we were hugging. Celebrating. Celebrating the greatest family reunion of all time!
    Later I was in Peter’s room, helping him unpack some cartons and put the stuff away. It felt good to be doing something useful, something normal.
    I kept glancing at the photo of the teddy bear with its eyeglasses. We had set it up on top of the dresser. The bear smiled down at us, as if it too was happy about being remembered.
    â€œTell me again about how you hypnotized me,” Peter said, stacking comic books on a shelf.
    â€œI didn’t hypnotize you,” I answered. “I only thought I did. I thought everything was my fault. But it was never me. It was the evil in this house. But we defeated this house. Thank goodness we defeated it!”
    Peter thought about it a while. “I just don’t understand how—” he started.
    But Mom interrupted, calling from downstairs. “Addie is here!”
    I pushed a carton away and hurried down to meet her. “Hi! I’m so glad to see you!” I cried.
    She laughed. “Well … I’m glad too!”
    I led her into the living room.
    â€œEverything is back to normal,” I told her. “My brother is perfectly fine. And I’m okay. And everything is great! I’m just so happy !”
    Addie let out a relieved sigh. “I’m so glad to hear it, Brittany. I was so worried about you.”
    I stared at her. “Excuse me? What did you call me?”
    She stared back at me. “Brittany, of course.”
    My brother poked his head into the room. “Hi, Addie. What’s up?”
    She grinned at him. “What’s up with you, Craig?”
    I gasped and grabbed Addie by the shoulder. “What did you call him? Craig? You called us Brittany and Craig?”
    Addie frowned. “Of course. What’s your problem, Brittany? I should know your names, shouldn’t I? I’ve known you two ever since you moved here with your aunt and uncle.”
    My mouth dropped open. I gaped at her in horror.
    Addie laughed. “Come on. You didn’t really forget your own names! You’re joking, right? Right ?”

 
    Go Deeper Into This Nightmare…
    Soon after Danielle Warner moves into her strange new house, a place they call Forget-Me House, she hypnotizes her brother Peter. Just a joke, but the joke turns into a nightmare when Peter isn’t able to come out of his trance.
    As Danielle watches in horror, her brother seems to be forgetting everything, including who she is. It doesn’t take Danielle long to realize that Peter is in terrible danger—especially after what she sees in the basement of her house!
    Is the hypnosis causing Peter’s horrifying behavior—or is it something about Forget-Me House?
    Forget-Me House
    No one is sure where Forget-Me House is. Alex P. from Silver Springs, Maryland swears his friend knew someone who lived in the house and that it was definitely