gaped in astonishment.
Doors slammed, then swung open again.
Bang. Bang.
The sound echoed until it became a terrifying roar.
Bang. Bang. Both rows of locker doors swung open at once, as if pulled by invisible hands.
âNo!â Bobbi cried.
This isnât happening. Iâm imagining this!
Her heart pounding, she dropped the whistle and began to run. Past swinging, slamming locker doors. Through the echoing sounds, a barrage like gunfire.
âNo! Stop!â
The wall of lockers on her left swung open in unison, then slammed shut with a deafening crash .
âNo! Please!â
She held her hands over her ears and ran.
And then she heard the screams.
A girl, screaming in horror.
High-pitched, shrill screams of anguish, of pain.
Whoâs there? Bobbi wondered, running between the slamming lockers. Who is it?
The girl screamed again, the sound rising above the thunder of the lockers.
And again.
Bobbiâs sneakers pounded against the floor. She ran blindly through the dark hallway, locker doors swinging open, then slamming shut on both sides of her.
Another scream of agony.
Bobbi reached the end of the corridor, turned the corner, and stared in surprise.
Chapter 11
Who Was Screaming?
N o one there.
The front hall was deserted.
Silence.
âHello?â Bobbi called.
No reply. No screams. The only sound now was that of her loud, gasping breaths.
âHello? Anyone there?â she called out in a hoarse, choked voice.
Silence.
No one.
Confused and frightened, her hands pressed tightly to her burning cheeks, Bobbi turned back. And peered cautiously down the long, dim corridor.
The dark lockers along the walls were all shut tight.
Her ears rang from the crashing, banging soundsthey had made. But now they stood still and silent. She took a reluctant step, then another, expecting them to fly open again, to begin their frightening symphony.
Silence.
No lockers banging. No girl screaming in terror.
Her legs trembling, Bobbi made her way to her locker. She opened the combination lock with a shaking hand and pulled the door open.
She glanced down the hall. Still silent and empty.
The silence seemed to echo in her mind.
Am I cracking up?
Am I totally losing it?
She pulled out the things she needed, stuffed them into her backpack, locked the door, and ran.
⦠⦠â¦
At home, in the upstairs room they shared, Corky didnât believe her. âYouâre very tired,â she said sympathetically from her desk, where she was trying to cram in a little homework before she had to leave for the game. âYouâve been under a lot of pressure.â
âYou donât believe me?â Bobbi shrieked, immediately angry at herself for not keeping her cool.
Corky stared at her sister thoughtfully. âLocker doors flying open?â
âI know it sounds crazyââ Bobbi started.
âThe hall was dark, right?â Corky interrupted, tapping her pencil against her open textbook. âIt was late. You were tired. Practice was rough. Youâre nervous about the game tonight.â
Bobbi started to protest, then changed her mind. With a loud sigh, she tossed herself onto her bed. âIwouldnât believe me either,â she muttered softly. âI wouldnâtââ
She stopped and gasped in horror, staring across the room.
Corky followed her sisterâs frightened gaze.
Both girls watched in silent terror as the closet door swung open.
Chapter 12
Chip Is Buried
âI tâsâitâs happening again,â Bobbi uttered, her voice a choked whisper.
Corky raised her hands to her face, her eyes wide with fear, and stared openmouthed as the closet door continued to move.
And Sean stepped out, a triumphant grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with evil glee. âHi,â he said, giving them a nonchalant wave.
âOh!â Bobbi jumped up, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
âYou little
Doors slammed, then swung open again.
Bang. Bang.
The sound echoed until it became a terrifying roar.
Bang. Bang. Both rows of locker doors swung open at once, as if pulled by invisible hands.
âNo!â Bobbi cried.
This isnât happening. Iâm imagining this!
Her heart pounding, she dropped the whistle and began to run. Past swinging, slamming locker doors. Through the echoing sounds, a barrage like gunfire.
âNo! Stop!â
The wall of lockers on her left swung open in unison, then slammed shut with a deafening crash .
âNo! Please!â
She held her hands over her ears and ran.
And then she heard the screams.
A girl, screaming in horror.
High-pitched, shrill screams of anguish, of pain.
Whoâs there? Bobbi wondered, running between the slamming lockers. Who is it?
The girl screamed again, the sound rising above the thunder of the lockers.
And again.
Bobbiâs sneakers pounded against the floor. She ran blindly through the dark hallway, locker doors swinging open, then slamming shut on both sides of her.
Another scream of agony.
Bobbi reached the end of the corridor, turned the corner, and stared in surprise.
Chapter 11
Who Was Screaming?
N o one there.
The front hall was deserted.
Silence.
âHello?â Bobbi called.
No reply. No screams. The only sound now was that of her loud, gasping breaths.
âHello? Anyone there?â she called out in a hoarse, choked voice.
Silence.
No one.
Confused and frightened, her hands pressed tightly to her burning cheeks, Bobbi turned back. And peered cautiously down the long, dim corridor.
The dark lockers along the walls were all shut tight.
Her ears rang from the crashing, banging soundsthey had made. But now they stood still and silent. She took a reluctant step, then another, expecting them to fly open again, to begin their frightening symphony.
Silence.
No lockers banging. No girl screaming in terror.
Her legs trembling, Bobbi made her way to her locker. She opened the combination lock with a shaking hand and pulled the door open.
She glanced down the hall. Still silent and empty.
The silence seemed to echo in her mind.
Am I cracking up?
Am I totally losing it?
She pulled out the things she needed, stuffed them into her backpack, locked the door, and ran.
⦠⦠â¦
At home, in the upstairs room they shared, Corky didnât believe her. âYouâre very tired,â she said sympathetically from her desk, where she was trying to cram in a little homework before she had to leave for the game. âYouâve been under a lot of pressure.â
âYou donât believe me?â Bobbi shrieked, immediately angry at herself for not keeping her cool.
Corky stared at her sister thoughtfully. âLocker doors flying open?â
âI know it sounds crazyââ Bobbi started.
âThe hall was dark, right?â Corky interrupted, tapping her pencil against her open textbook. âIt was late. You were tired. Practice was rough. Youâre nervous about the game tonight.â
Bobbi started to protest, then changed her mind. With a loud sigh, she tossed herself onto her bed. âIwouldnât believe me either,â she muttered softly. âI wouldnâtââ
She stopped and gasped in horror, staring across the room.
Corky followed her sisterâs frightened gaze.
Both girls watched in silent terror as the closet door swung open.
Chapter 12
Chip Is Buried
âI tâsâitâs happening again,â Bobbi uttered, her voice a choked whisper.
Corky raised her hands to her face, her eyes wide with fear, and stared openmouthed as the closet door continued to move.
And Sean stepped out, a triumphant grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with evil glee. âHi,â he said, giving them a nonchalant wave.
âOh!â Bobbi jumped up, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
âYou little
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