No Survivors
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“I 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.”
“I 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.”
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.
“No!” 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.
“How 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.
“Well, 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
“Some 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.
“Some 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?
“Luna means moon,” the teacher continued. “Can you think of words that come from luna?”
“Looney Tunes?” Ray called out.
Kids laughed.
“It isn’t funny. Ray is right,” Mr. Moon said, nodding at Ray.
The laughter stopped instantly.
Ray flashed Tristan a thumbs-up. “Tell the truth. Am I a genius or what?”
“The words lunacy and lunatic come from luna,” the teacher continued, ignoring Ray.
“So that means we should call him Mr. Lunatic,” Ray whispered to Tristan.
Tristan struggled not to burst out laughing.
“Something funny?” Mr. Moon asked. He leaned over Tristan, the pointer raised.
“Not really,” Tristan replied. “Just Ray’s face.”
That got a big laugh from everyone but Ray.
“Let’s try to keep on the subject,” Mr. Moon said softly. He kept his gaze on Tristan. “We were talking about the word lunatic. People who howled at the moon were called lunatics. As the years went by, lots of other legends grew about the full moon.”
He turned to the rest of the class. “Do you know any legends about the full moon?”
A girl named Kim-Lee raised her hand.
“Don’t they say that more crimes happen on the nights of the full moon?” she asked. “You know. Robberies and murders and everything?”
Mr. Moon nodded. “Yes. Police report that their busiest nights are full moon nights. Many more crimes are committed. Any others?”
Silence. Then Kim-Lee raised her hand again. “And doesn’t the moon control the ocean waves?”
“Well, the pull of the moon is said to affect the ocean tides,” Mr. Moon replied.
Tristan raised his hand. “What about werewolves?” he asked. “People change into werewolves when the full moon is at its highest, right?”
“My hands!” Ray cried. “Wow. Check it out! My hands! They’re growing fur!” He opened his mouth in a long, loud wolf howl.
“OWOOOOOOOO!”
The class erupted in laughter. Everyone laughed.
Everyone but Mr. Moon.
He was staring at Tristan. Studying Tristan. Staring so hard, it made Tristan shiver.
“Let’s test the window bars one more time,” Mr. Moon said after dinner that night.
A fire crackled in the fireplace. The old windows rattled and shook in the gusting October winds outside.
Angela sighed. “We’ve already tested them a dozen times,” she said.
“Well, one more time won’t hurt—will it?” the teacher said eagerly.
She pushed the red button on the bookshelf. The steel bars slammed into place.
“Very good.” Mr. Moon gleefully clapped his hands. “No way those kids will escape.”
“The house looks perfect,” Angela said, gazing around. “Do you like the evil-looking jack-o-lanterns with the knives poking through them?”
“A nice touch,” Mr. Moon said. “And I like the eyeballs and the bleeding human fingers tossed here and there. Very real looking.”
“The old wolf skins are stacked in the front bedroom,” Angela said. She chuckled. “They don’t smell any better this year. I think there are some pretty disgusting things growing in those old skins.”
Mr. Moon chuckled too. He moved to the table where a bottle of dark liquid stood beside several silver goblets. “Let’s pour out the wolfbane,” he said. “Some of our guests may get a little thirsty.”
He raised the bottle, and the thick, dark liquid began to ooze into the silver cups.
A smile spread over his face. “Well, Angela,” he said softly, “I think we’re going to trap some werewolves this year.”
About the Author
R.L. STINE says he has a great job. “My job is to give kids the CREEPS!” With his scary books, R.L. has terrified kids all over the world. He has sold over 300 million books, making him the best-selling children’s author in history.
These days, R.L. is dishing out new frights in his series THE NIGHTMARE ROOM. When he isn’t working, he likes to read old mysteries, watch SpongeBob Squarepants on TV, and take his dog, Nadine, for long walks around New York City, where he lives with his wife, Jane, and son, Matthew.
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#2 Locker 13
#3 My Name Is Evil
#4 Liar Liar
#5 Dear Diary, I’m Dead
#6 They Call Me Creature
#7 The Howler
#8 Shadow Girl
#9 Camp Nowhere
Thrillogy #1: Fear Games
Thrillogy #2: What Scares You the Most?
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Cover illustration by Richard Newton
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