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Into the Coffin

“No!” Corky tried to back away. But she was trapped, trapped inside the spinning dirt as thick as a garden wall.

Jennifer leaned forward until her eyes burned so close to Corky that she could feel their heat. “Nearly a hundred years I waited. But now I’m alive inside Jennifer, and Jennifer’s enemies will pay.” Again she pointed down into the grave. “Now it’s your turn, Corky.”

“But why?” Corky cried. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Haven’t done anything? You and your sister—with your perfect faces? Your perfect bodies? Your perfect lives?”

“But—” Corky turned her head, tried to get away from the searing heat of the evil, burning eyes.

A bitter smile formed on Jennifer’s eerily glowing face. “But I showed Bobbi. I showed Bobbi and that boy, Chip.”

“You frightened them,” Corky said, realizing what had happened, realizing that her sister’s wild stories were all true. “You paralyzed them. And then—you killed Bobbi,” Corky said, choking out the words.

Jennifer nodded once and locked her eyes on Corky. “Now it’s your turn.”

“No! Jennifer—wait!” Corky screamed.

The evil spirit inside Jennifer’s body laughed scornfully. She pointed at her feet. “Look down there, Corky dear. Look down at your new home.”

Corky, too frightened to disobey, turned her eyes down.

With another wave of Jennifer’s hand, more dirt flew up into the swirling dirt funnel. As the dirt rose up in eerie silence, Corky stared down into a deep hole. To her horror, the hole revealed the top of a coffin, the dark wood swollen and warped.

“See your new home—and your new friend!” the evil spirit cried in its hoarse, dead voice.

“Oh!” Corky moaned weakly as the coffin lid creaked open.

Still compelled to peer down into the darkness, Corky watched the lid lift all the way up.

Inside the coffin, she saw a rotting skeleton, its eyeless skull staring up at her with a toothy grin.

The skeleton was moving. Quivering all over.

No.

Staring hard, unable to remove her eyes from the ghastly sight, Corky saw why the skeleton appeared to quiver.

Those were worms moving on the bones, thousands of white worms slithering over the skeleton, crawling over the rotting remains of Sarah Fear.

“Oh!” Corky felt her stomach heave, felt her throat tighten in disgust.

She shut her eyes and turned away, but the sight of the thousands of slithering white worms stayed with her.

Swallowing hard, trying to shake away the horrifying picture, she suddenly heard voices. Far away yet familiar.

For a brief, terrifying moment, she thought it was the voice of Sarah Fear, calling to her from down in the open grave.

But then she recognized Kimmy’s voice. And heard Debra’s reply. And Ronnie’s frightened shout.

The voices sounded far away because they came from outside the wall of dirt.

They must have followed me, Corky realized.

“Your friends are too late to save you,” Jennifer said calmly, without urgency. She raised both hands.

“No—please!” Corky screamed. “Please—don’t!”

Ignoring her cries, Jennifer shoved Corky with startling strength, inhuman strength.



Still screaming, Corky toppled into the hole, down to join Sarah Fear in the open, worm-ridden coffin.


Date: 2015-04-20; view: 592


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