Double Date by R.L. Stine Page B

and forth, thinking hard. How was he going to explain this to Bree? He didn’t want to reveal to her that he’d been going out with Samantha. That would only cause more trouble.
    But how could he just tell her that Samantha was planning to kill her? Why would Bree believe such a crazy story?
    Who
would
believe it?
    He paced back and forth in his room for a while. Then he threw himself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, feverish thoughts spinning in his brain. His parents called him to dinner, but he shouted down that he wasn’t hungry.
    Finally it was time to drive to Fear Street and pick up Bree. She greeted him at the door, dressed for dancing in a silky green blouse and a short green skirt over black tights. “Good night, everyone!” she called into the living room.
    Bobby saw Samantha in the kitchen doorway. “Have a good time, you two!” she called cheerily.
    Bobby glumly led Bree to the car. “Are we still going dancing?” she asked.
    Bobby locked his eyes on hers. His expression remained solemn. “Bree, I have to talk to you. I have something very serious to say.”
    â€œBobby, this is so sudden. I’m too young to get married!” she joked. She frowned when he didn’t laugh. “Wow, you
are
grim tonight!”
    He backed down the driveway, headed the car down Fear Street for a few blocks, then pulled to a stop at the curb. “Listen,” he said, turning to her. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but you’ve got to believe me.”
    Bree glanced out the window. “Why did you stop here? Beside the cemetery?”
    â€œJust listen,” Bobby said impatiently. He began the story he had rehearsed in his room. “I was cruising around this afternoon, and happened to see Samantha. She waved to me, so I stopped the car. She climbed in and said she had to talk to me.”
    Bree’s eyes widened in surprise. “Samantha wanted to talk to you? About what?”
    â€œThat’s what I’m going to tell you,” Bobby replied breathlessly. “She made me drive up to your family’s cabin in the woods. Then she told me—she told me—”
    Bobby hesitated. Would Bree believe him?
    â€œSamantha told me she wanted to take you to the cabin and—kill you.”
    Bree’s mouth dropped open in shock.
    â€œI—I’m not making it up,” Bobby stammered. “I knew I had to warn you, Bree. Your own sister. Your own twin sister—she wants to kill you.”
    Bree stared back at him, her mouth still open. Her eyes gazed back at him blindly. And then he saw themnarrow in understanding. Her features tightened. She nodded her head, as if deciding something for herself.
    â€œI have a confession to make, Bobby,” Bree whispered, avoiding his eyes.
    â€œI—I just can’t believe your twin sister wants to
kill
you!” Bobby insisted.
    â€œI have to tell you something,” Bree whispered solemnly. “You see, Samantha and I—we’re not twins.”

chapter 22
Jennilynn Must Be Back
    B ree leaned closer to him, her face nearly hidden in shadow. She clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Her voice trembled as she began to explain.
    â€œThere’s a third sister,” she revealed, watching his startled reaction. “Samantha and I aren’t twins. We’re triplets.”
    â€œWow,” Bobby muttered, shaking his head. “I mean, wow.”
    â€œOur third sister is named Jennilynn,” Bree continued, staring out at the Fear Street cemetery. “You must have been with Jennilynn this afternoon, Bobby. Not Samantha. Samantha was home all day with me.”
    â€œOh, man. I don’t
believe
this!” Bobby murmured.
    He knew how serious this was, but Bobby couldn’t keep a thought from popping into his head: I’ve
got
to tell Arnie! Wait till he hears I’ve been out with
triplets
—not twins!
    â€œJennilynn is very