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  First Archway Paperback printing September 1992

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  ONE EVIL SUMMER

  THE MIND READER

  WRONG NUMBER 2

  TRUTH OR DARE

  DEAD END

  FINAL GRADE

  SWITCHED

  COLLEGE WEEKEND

  THE STEPSISTER 2

  WHAT HOLLY HEARD

  THE FACE

  SECRET ADMIRER

  by R.L. STINE

  Available from Archway Paperbacks

  Published by Pocket Books

  Something Evil Is After the Shadyside High Cheerleaders!

  First there was the terrible accident that left cheerleader captain Jennifer paralyzed.

  Then Bobbi Corcoran was scalded to death in the locker room shower.

  Corky, Bobbi’s sister, fought the evil and succeeded in burying it in the Fear Street cemetery … forever.

  Or so she thought.

  But the horrifying and fatal “accidents” have started again. What can Corky do, now that she knows …

  THE EVIL IS BACK!

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  THE FIRE GAME

  LIGHTS OUT

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  THE BEST FRIEND

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  DOUBLE DATE

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  THE MIND READER

  WRONG NUMBER 2

  TRUTH OR DARE

  DEAD END

  FINAL GRADE

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  WHAT HOLLY HEARD

  THE FACE

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  BAD MOONLIGHT

  THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY

  The Fear Street Saga

  THE BETRAYAL

  THE SECRET

  THE BURNING

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  THE FIRST EVIL

  THE SECOND EVIL

  THE THIRD EVIL

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  THE EVIL MOON

  THE DARK SECRET

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  R.L. STINE

  The Second Evil

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 0-671-75118-2

  ISBN 13: 978-0-671-75118-0

  eISBN 978-1-439-12096-5

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  Where Is the Evil?

  Chapter 1

  Buried Hopes

  Kimmy Bass slowed her car to a stop at Division Street and tapped her fingers impatiently on the wheel. “I never make this light,” she complained.

  Her friend Debra Kern stared out the passenger window at a boy in a blue windbreaker, walking a large Doberman across the street. “What’s your hurry?” she asked, wiping steam off the window with her wool-gloved hand.

  “You’re always in such a hurry,” Veronica (Ronnie) Mitchell chimed in from the backseat.

  The light changed. Kimmy pushed hard on the gas pedal and the pale blue Camry lurched across the intersection. “I’m not in a hurry. I just don’t like to stop,” Kimmy said.

  Debra shivered even though the heater was on high. She was very thin, and no matter how many T-shirts and sweaters she wore, she was always cold.

  Ronnie looked completely lost inside the fake raccoon coat that had once belonged to her mother, but it kept her really warm. With her curly red hair, tiny snub of a nose, and freckles, she appeared to be about twelve.

  Outside, the wind picked up, blowing dead brown leaves across the road. It was cold for late November. Heavy clouds hovered low in the evening sky, threatening snow.

  “Want to do something Saturday night?” Kimmy asked, making a sharp turn onto Old Mill Road. “Hang out or something?”

  Debra smoothed her straight blond hair with a quick toss of her head. Her blue eyes, normally pale and icy, lit up. “No. I actually have a date Saturday night.”

  “Hey, with who?” Ronnie asked, leaning over the front seat, catching the coy look on Debra’s face.

  “Eric Bishop,” Debra said after a suspenseful pause.

  Kimmy reacted with surprise. “Eric? Isn’t he going with Cari Taylor?”

  Debra’s face assumed a smug grin. “Not anymore.” She trailed her gloved finger along the steamed-up window, drawing a star across the glass.

  Ronnie settled back in her seat. “Eric Bishop!” she exclaimed. “He’s definitely okay.” She snuggled inside the big, furry coat. “Could you turn the heat down a bit?”

  Kimmy ignored her.

&
nbsp; “Who are you interested in these days?” Debra asked Kimmy, adjusting her seat belt.

  “I don’t know,” Kimmy replied wistfully. “Nobody, really.”

  “You’re not still hung up on Chip, are you?” Debra asked, turning to study Kimmy’s round face. In the light of the passing streetlights, she could see Kimmy’s cheeks redden.

  “No way!” Kimmy protested loudly. “Corky is welcome to him. Really.”

  Debra stared hard at her. Ronnie hummed to herself.

  “Really!” Kimmy repeated. “I mean it. I’m over Chip. I’m glad he dumped me.”

  “Chip seems to like Corcorans,” Debra said dryly, turning back to the houses passing outside the window. “First Bobbi, now her sister Corky.”

  The mention of Bobbi’s name brought a chill to the car. Debra reached out to turn up the heat, but saw it was up all the way.

  “Bobbi was so great looking,” Ronnie said thoughtfully.

  “She was the best cheerleader I ever saw,” Debra added.

  “I was so jealous of her,” Kimmy admitted. “I still can’t believe she’s dead.”

  “Poor Corky,” Debra said, lowering her voice nearly to a whisper. “She really looked up to her sister. I can’t imagine what it would be like. I mean, if my sister died, I’d …” Her voice trailed off.

  “Corky’s been kind of weird lately,” Kimmy said, keeping her eyes on the twin beams of white light ahead of her. “She barely talks to anyone.”

  “I was jealous of her and her sister too,” Ronnie confessed. “I mean, they were so perfect with their perfect blond hair, and their perfect white teeth, and their perfect figures.”

  “I’ve tried being friendly with Corky,” Kimmy said. “But she just keeps that sad expression on her face and isn’t friendly at all. That’s why I thought maybe the three of us could—”

  “We’ve got to get Corky back on the cheerleader squad,” Debra said, interrupting. “It was so strange when she quit last month. If she’d quit right when her sister died, I’d understand. But she waited a while to drop out.”

  “We’ll get her back to normal,” Ronnie said. “At least I hope she’ll listen to us.”

  Kimmy made a right turn onto Fear Street, The sky immediately appeared to darken. Gusting winds swept around the small car.

  “Too bad you’re not in sixth period study hall. In the library,” Debra said. “You should have seen Suki Thomas with Gary Brandt. Well, Suki was giving Gary a sex ed. class. They didn’t even bother to go back to the stacks.”

  “She was kissing him?” Ronnie asked, leaning forward to hear Debra’s soft, whispery voice.

  “I guess you could call it that. I thought Mrs. Bartlett was going to have a cow.”

  All three girls laughed.

  Their laughter was cut short as the car approached the Fear Street cemetery. Behind a weather-beaten rail fence, the weed-choked graveyard sloped up from the street. Eerie wisps of gray mist rose up between the crooked tombstones.

  “Corky’s family should move,” Debra said, shuddering. “I mean, living so close to where Bobbi is buried. It’s like a constant reminder.”

  “Corky visits Bobbi’s grave all the time,” Kimmy said, shaking her head.

  “We’ve got to talk to her,” Ronnie said heatedly. “We’ve got to make her forget about Bobbi and the evil spirit—”

  “The evil spirit isn’t dead,” Debra said suddenly. “I can still feel it.”

  “Debra, stop,” Kimmy said sharply.

  “I know the evil spirit that killed Bobbi is still alive,” Debra insisted quietly.

  “Don’t say that!” Ronnie cried.

  “You’ve got to stop reading those stupid books,” Kimmy said. “I can’t believe you spend so much time with that stuff.”

  “I want to learn all I can about the occult,” Debra replied. “Both of you should too. You were there that night. You were there in the cemetery and saw the evil spirit.”

  “I saw Corky fight it. And I saw it go back down into its grave,” Kimmy replied impatiently, almost angrily. “Oh, I don’t know what I saw. It was all a bad dream. I just want to forget about it. I don’t want to read any of that occult mumbo jumbo, and I don’t want to hear about it.”

  Debra fingered the crystal she had begun wearing around her neck soon after Bobbi’s funeral. “But I can feel—” she started.

  “I want to get on with my life!” Kimmy declared loudly. “I want—” She stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth open.

  Ronnie and Debra followed Kimmy’s gaze through the still-cloudy windshield. In the darkness of the cemetery they could see a solitary figure near the top of a small hill where the ground leveled out and some new graves stood.

  Wisps of gray mist snaked along her feet. She had one hand on the top of a gravestone, her head lowered as if talking to someone in the grave.

  “It’s Corky,” Debra whispered. “What’s she doing there?”

  “I told you,” Kimmy said, slowing the car to a a near-stop. “She visits Bobbi’s grave all the time.”

  “But she’ll freeze!” Debra declared with a shiver. “Honk the horn.” She reached out to pound on the horn, but Kimmy pushed her hand away.

  “No. Don’t.”

  “Why?” Debra insisted.

  “I think it’s bad luck to honk at a cemetery.”

  “Now who’s the superstitious one?” Debra scoffed. She peered out into the darkness.

  “Does she see us?” Ronnie asked.

  “No. She’s still staring at the grave,” Kimmy said. She rolled down her window. “I’ll call to her.”

  She stuck her head out the window and called Corky’s name. The gusting wind blew the name back into her face.

  “She didn’t hear you,” Debra said, staring out at Corky’s unmoving figure, frail and small surrounded by the rows of crooked gravestones.

  Kimmy rolled up the window, her cheeks red, her expression troubled. She tossed back her black crimped hair and continued to watch Corky’s dark figure among the gravestones.

  “What do we do now?” Ronnie asked in a tiny voice.

  Debra fingered her crystal as she stared out at Corky.

  “I don’t know,” Kimmy replied. “I don’t know.”

  * * *

  Unaware that she was being watched, Corky Corcoran leaned against the cold granite of Bobbi’s tombstone. Her face was wet with tears, silent tears that came without warning, without crying. Tears that spilled out like the words she spoke to her dead sister.

  “I shouldn’t come here all the time,” Corky said, bending low, one arm resting on top of the stone. “I know I shouldn’t. Sometimes I feel as if I’m pulled here. Almost against my will.”

  The wind howled through the bent trees that clung to the sloping hill. Corky didn’t feel the cold.

  “If only I could sleep,” she said. “If only I could fall asleep and not dream. I have such frightening dreams, Bobbi. Such vivid, frightening dreams. Nightmares. Of that awful night here in the cemetery. The night I fought the evil spirit.”

  She sighed and wiped away the tears with her open hands. “I feel as if I’m still fighting the evil, Bobbi. I’m still fighting it even though I sent it down to its grave.”

  Corky pressed her hot face against the cool granite. “Bobbi, can you hear me?” she asked suddenly.

  As if in reply, the ground began to shake.

  “Bobbi?” Corky cried, pulling herself upright in surprise.

  The entire hill trembled, the white gravestones quaking and tilting.

  “Bobbi?”

  A crack formed in the dirt. Another crack zigzagged across the ground like a dark streak of lightning.

  As Corky gaped in disbelief, the ground over Bobbi’s grave split open. The crack grew wider.

  Wider.

  A bony hand reached up to the surface.

  Bits of flesh clung to the arm that followed the hand. Another hand clawed through to the surface. A heavy stench filled the air, invading Corky’s nostr
ils.

  The bony hands grappled at the edge of the crack, pulling, straining, until a head appeared, then two shoulders.

  “It’s you!” Corky cried in horror as her dead sister pulled herself up from the grave.

  Chapter 2

  Someone Is Watching

  “Bobbi?”

  Corky uttered the name in a choked whisper. Her breath caught in her throat.

  As her dead sister rose up in front of her, Corky staggered back, bumping against Bobbi’s gravestone, almost toppling backward over it.

  “Bobbi, it’s you!” she cried, dropping to her knees on the hard, frozen ground.

  Her sister rose up, up, until she hovered over Corky. Then she glared down with sunken eyes. The skin on her face, green and peeling, sagged, ready to fall off. Her straight blond hair was caked with wet dirt and twigs.

  “Ohh!” Corky uttered a low, horrified moan. Her entire body convulsed in a tremor of terror.

  Her dead sister stared down at her as the winds swirled and the ground shook.

  “What is it, Bobbi?” Corky managed to cry out. She stared up at the hideous, rotting figure of her sister, not wanting to see what had happened to her but unable to turn away.

  “What is it, Bobbi? Why did you leave your grave? Do you want to tell me something?”

  Corky was so horrified, so overcome by Bobbi’s decaying form, she didn’t know whether she had spoken the questions out loud or only thought them.

  As she stared up at the sunken-eyed green face, Bobbi’s mouth slowly began to open. The flaking, blackened lips parted as if about to speak. No sound emerged.

  “Bobbi, what is it?” Corky demanded. “What do you want to tell me?”

  The black lips opened wider.

  The sunken eyes rolled back.

  The winds swirled loudly.

  Corky stared up expectantly, unable to get off her knees, gripped by horror.

  The lips parted even wider, and a fat brown worm curled out from Bobbi’s mouth.

  “Nooooooo!”

  Corky’s shrill scream rose and swirled with the raging wind.

  She covered her eyes and lowered her head, fighting the waves of nausea that rolled through her body.

  When she looked back up a few seconds later, blinking hard, struggling to breathe, Bobbi was gone.

  The ink black sky was clear. Pale moonlight filtered gently down.