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Authors: R.L. Stine
Tags: General, Paranormal, Juvenile Fiction, American, Young Adult Fiction, Children's stories, Horror & Ghost Stories, Ghosts, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Horror stories
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He shook his head. "You have to explain," he told her. He took her hand and squeezed it between his. "Ooh. You're so cold, Kody. Cold and wet."
"I know. I was out in the rain. I—"
"Perhaps we should get out of this house," Bo suggested. "Perhaps we should go back to the hotel, and you can tell me why we keep finding you in places where you don't belong."
He held on to her hand. But Kody realized it wasn't a friendly gesture. He was trying to frighten her.
He suspected her of doing something wrong, of being up to no good. And he was trying to intimidate her, to frighten her into confessing.
"Should we talk back at the hotel?" he repeated, holding her hand tightly.
Kody hesitated.
"This picture is very important to me, Kody," Bo said, squeezing her hand. "It's very important to my career. I won't let anything ruin it for me. Anything— or anyone. I'm a very understanding guy. I always try to think the best of people. But finding you down here—"
"It's hard to explain," Kody interrupted. "But my sister—"
She stopped when she saw the light flash on the label on the wooden crate that Bo was leaning on. She squinted at it to make sure she had read it correctly. Then she saw the same label on the crate beneath it.
"Bo!" she cried, unable to hide her surprise. "These boxes—they're filled with explosives!"
His expression changed instantly. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth tensed. "Kody," he whispered, leaning toward her menacingly, "I'm really sorry you saw these."
Chapter 17
Kody drew back. "Bo—you're frightening me. Why are you staring at me like that?"
His expression seemed to soften in the dim light. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that—you weren't supposed to see this." He patted the top of the wooden crate gently.
"But I don't understand," Kody choked out. "So many boxes of explosives."
"I don't want anyone to know," Bo repeated, scratching his hair, tugging back his ponytail. "It's supposed to be a secret, Kody. I just moved these crates down here tonight."
She lowered her eyes to the label on the crate. The first word up at the top was danger.
"I don't want the cast to know the ending of the film," Bo said, leaning on the crate. "That's why I didn't pass out the last ten pages of the script."
"You mean—?" Kody started to ask.
He pulled off the blue glasses. "I'm going to blow up the house," he revealed. "It's going to be an incredible explosion. I mean, I'm really going to do it. Boooom!" He gestured with both hands, the light weaving drunk-enly.
Kody stared at him, startled by his sudden enthusiasm.
"But you've got to swear to keep it a secret," Bo said, lowering his voice. "I want genuine surprise on the faces of my actors. I want to see real horror on their faces when the house goes up. Do you understand?"
Kody nodded. "Yes, but—"
She heard scuttling sounds behind her in the darkness. Scratching. A soft hiss.
The sounds sent chills down her back.
I have to get out of here, she thought. I have to get back to the hotel and into some dry clothes.
"I won't tell anyone. Bo," she promised. "Really. My lips are sealed." She ran a hand across her mouth in a zipper motion.
He studied her in the low light. "It doesn't matter that you know the ending," he said, thinking out loud. "You're Cally. You're already dead when the house blows up."
Cally! Kody thought. Cally led me down here. Her voice . . .
"Of course, Cally is still in the house," Bo continued, staring hard at her. "You blow up in the house. Hey—maybe we see you explode too. You know. Your head shoots up in the air. Your arms and legs go flying in diflferent directions. ..."
Kody let out a low cry.
"Sorry," Bo said quickly. "You have too many real memories here, huh?"
Kody nodded. "Yes. My sister—"
He reached out and took her hand again. "If you're having trouble dealing with all this, Kody, I could make a cast change. Persia is ready to step into your role, as you know. You could take a smaller part.
He shook his head. "You have to explain," he told her. He took her hand and squeezed it between his. "Ooh. You're so cold, Kody. Cold and wet."
"I know. I was out in the rain. I—"
"Perhaps we should get out of this house," Bo suggested. "Perhaps we should go back to the hotel, and you can tell me why we keep finding you in places where you don't belong."
He held on to her hand. But Kody realized it wasn't a friendly gesture. He was trying to frighten her.
He suspected her of doing something wrong, of being up to no good. And he was trying to intimidate her, to frighten her into confessing.
"Should we talk back at the hotel?" he repeated, holding her hand tightly.
Kody hesitated.
"This picture is very important to me, Kody," Bo said, squeezing her hand. "It's very important to my career. I won't let anything ruin it for me. Anything— or anyone. I'm a very understanding guy. I always try to think the best of people. But finding you down here—"
"It's hard to explain," Kody interrupted. "But my sister—"
She stopped when she saw the light flash on the label on the wooden crate that Bo was leaning on. She squinted at it to make sure she had read it correctly. Then she saw the same label on the crate beneath it.
"Bo!" she cried, unable to hide her surprise. "These boxes—they're filled with explosives!"
His expression changed instantly. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth tensed. "Kody," he whispered, leaning toward her menacingly, "I'm really sorry you saw these."
Chapter 17
Kody drew back. "Bo—you're frightening me. Why are you staring at me like that?"
His expression seemed to soften in the dim light. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that—you weren't supposed to see this." He patted the top of the wooden crate gently.
"But I don't understand," Kody choked out. "So many boxes of explosives."
"I don't want anyone to know," Bo repeated, scratching his hair, tugging back his ponytail. "It's supposed to be a secret, Kody. I just moved these crates down here tonight."
She lowered her eyes to the label on the crate. The first word up at the top was danger.
"I don't want the cast to know the ending of the film," Bo said, leaning on the crate. "That's why I didn't pass out the last ten pages of the script."
"You mean—?" Kody started to ask.
He pulled off the blue glasses. "I'm going to blow up the house," he revealed. "It's going to be an incredible explosion. I mean, I'm really going to do it. Boooom!" He gestured with both hands, the light weaving drunk-enly.
Kody stared at him, startled by his sudden enthusiasm.
"But you've got to swear to keep it a secret," Bo said, lowering his voice. "I want genuine surprise on the faces of my actors. I want to see real horror on their faces when the house goes up. Do you understand?"
Kody nodded. "Yes, but—"
She heard scuttling sounds behind her in the darkness. Scratching. A soft hiss.
The sounds sent chills down her back.
I have to get out of here, she thought. I have to get back to the hotel and into some dry clothes.
"I won't tell anyone. Bo," she promised. "Really. My lips are sealed." She ran a hand across her mouth in a zipper motion.
He studied her in the low light. "It doesn't matter that you know the ending," he said, thinking out loud. "You're Cally. You're already dead when the house blows up."
Cally! Kody thought. Cally led me down here. Her voice . . .
"Of course, Cally is still in the house," Bo continued, staring hard at her. "You blow up in the house. Hey—maybe we see you explode too. You know. Your head shoots up in the air. Your arms and legs go flying in diflferent directions. ..."
Kody let out a low cry.
"Sorry," Bo said quickly. "You have too many real memories here, huh?"
Kody nodded. "Yes. My sister—"
He reached out and took her hand again. "If you're having trouble dealing with all this, Kody, I could make a cast change. Persia is ready to step into your role, as you know. You could take a smaller part.
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