No Survivors by R.L. Stine Page A

all been faked for the cameras.
    They reached the bottom of the hill. Now they were walking across the sand, making their way to the cabins.
    The late afternoon sun had begun to lower itself into the water. The ocean sparkled like gold.
    No way, April told herself. Marks is lying. Those weren’t special effects. Kristen and her mother—and their magic—were all real.
    Marks was laughing about something with two guys from the camera crew. April broke between them to ask another question.
    â€œIf none of that was real, then where are Kristen and Katherine?” she asked Marks.
    His tiny eyes caught the light of the sun. His smile grew wider. “You mean the actresses who played Kristen and Katherine?”
    Actresses? April thought. Could that be possible?
    â€œThey were fighting,” she said to Marks. “We watched them fall into the water and not come out again. Where are they?”
    Marks pulled a seagull feather from under the collar of his T-shirt. “A launch picked them up. We’vearranged a private plane to take them home.”
    The dock came into view. Two large white boats bobbed in the water, waiting to take them off the island.
    Marks jogged away from April. “Pack up quickly, everyone,” he called. “We have to leave before sundown.”
    â€œI still don’t believe him,” April muttered. “Everyone else might, but I never will.”
    Pam stepped up beside April. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked. “That was so not fun facing that witch.”
    â€œI guess I’m okay,” April replied. At least Pam had seen the same things she had. Pam knew it was all real. And there was something else that was real.
    April suddenly felt a little shy. “It was so nice of you, Pam. What you did up there. Trying to protect me, I mean.”
    Pam shrugged. “Just trying to help.”
    And before April realized it, she was hugging Pam. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You’re a real friend.”
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    A few hours later, Pam and April stood on the deck of the boat as it carried them away. A golden ball of a sun was sinking into the water ahead of them. The ocean waves shimmered like gold.
    April turned to take one last glance at the island.
    â€œNo!” She blinked several times.
    Am I seeing things?
    The dock. The sandy beach. The cabins. The tilting palm trees. They all gleamed bright blue.
    It’s all turned to ice, April realized.
    The whole island is covered in blue ice.
    Deborah and Katherine—they are still alive. Still alive—and their cold evil lives with them.
    Good-bye, Kristen, April thought. Good-bye to you both.
    She took a final look at the frozen blue island. Then, with a shudder, April turned back to Pam.
    â€œHow will we ever explain back home what this week was like?” April asked.
    Pam hadn’t seen the frightening change on the island. Her eyes were on the beautiful sunset up ahead.
    â€œWell, they’ll see it on TV,” she replied. “After all, it was just a TV show—right?”

Take a look at what’s ahead in THE NIGHTMARE ROOM #10 Full Moon Halloween
    â€œSome of you may wonder about my name,” Mr. Moon said. He carried a long pointer and paced back and forth in front of his desk.
    Tristan sat next to Ray in the front row of the classroom. Sunlight washed over them from the window. Mr. Moon wore a loose, red sweater over baggy gray pants. When he stepped into the sunlight, his pink face appeared to glow.
    â€œSome of you may already know that there will be a full moon this Halloween,” he said. He tapped the desktop with the end of the pointer.
    Why is he staring at Ray and me? Tristan wondered.
    He paces back and forth. But every time he turns our way, he keeps his eyes on the two of us.
    What is his problem?
    â€œ Luna means moon,” the teacher continued.“Can you think of words that come from luna ?”
    â€œLooney Tunes?” Ray