by P. J. Night
Hallie and Lindsay lived in that building. In apartments on the same floor, next door to each other.
Nora had only one minute twenty-three seconds to get their attention. That was how long it took them to leave the building, walk by the park, and turn the corner toward school. Today was the day they’d look up.
Nora could feel it in her bones.
Halloween had always been their favorite holiday. The three of them had celebrated it together every year since kindergarten. There was the annual haunted house at the recreation center and then they’d all go trick-or-treating. The night would end with a sleepover at Hallie’s apartment and an all-night scary movie marathon. Tonight was the first time Nora wouldn’t be there.
Chatting about costumes and candy would definitely make Hallie and Lindsay think of her. They’d both tilt their heads and glance at her window.
It was going to happen. Nora was sure. And she’d be there to wave to them.
“I’m just saying,” Lucas began again, “when the fire department came, they used the old plans to the apartment building like a map. They left blueprints here. There’s a—”
“SHHHH,” Nora commanded.
Forty-two seconds. She raised her hand and held it flat against the pane. Nora was ready to start waving.
“Your room used to be a butler’s pantry room.” Lucas said. “Did you know that? These apartments were built to have servants! The kids never had to do chores.” Lucas tried to get her attention as he said, “All your baby animal and band posters cover the original wallpaper.”
“Whatever.” Nora didn’t care. Lucas continued yammering, but Nora stopped listening. She saw the shadows of her friends darken the sidewalk before she saw them in person.
“Hallie Malik!” Nora screamed. She waved both her arms wildly. “Lindsay Sanchez! Up here!”
They didn’t tip their heads.
If she listened really closely, Nora could hear them talking about Kyle Murphy, a boy in their school. So why couldn’t they hear her shouting their names like a maniac?
Nora noticed that Hallie was wearing a costume to school. In fact, as the girls stepped into the sunlight, Nora could see that both girls were wearing the outfits they’d all picked out together back in July. Leggings, jean skirts, and neon-colored lace tank tops. Teased-up hair. They were pop stars. This was so unfair. Nora was supposed to be the third of their trio. She leaned toward the windowpane, screaming “Hey!” and “Hello!” and the girls’ names over and over. But they didn’t react. “It’s Halloween!” Nora shrieked. “Remember?! Remember me?!” In frustration Nora clenched her hands into fists when Lucas suddenly reached out and grabbed both Nora’s arms.
“No!” he shouted at her, pulling her arms down. “Don’t!”
“I only have a few more seconds.” Nora yanked her hands out of his.
“But the glass.” Lucas dove on top of Nora. “It’s weak!”
He was smaller than she was. Nora easily rolled him off of her and pushed past him. “I’m only going to make a loud noise.”
“It’ll shatter!” Lucas screamed at the same time Nora yelled, “Get out of my way!”
Nora bolted forward. Peeking out the window, she could see that the girls had already passed the park. Thirteen seconds until they disappeared from sight. This was it. This was her chance.
“No!!!” Lucas screamed, grabbing her around the waist.
Nora pushed him away and gave the glass a huge banging pound with both fists simultaneously.
The banging sound was loud like Nora had hoped. And, just like Lucas said it would, the glass also crumbled into a million little pieces.
Nora did a quick check of her arms. No shards of glass stuck in them. No scratches either.
Nora took advantage of the broken window. “Hallie! Lindsay!” Nora leaned out the empty frame to see them looking up toward her broken bedroom window. Nora finally had their attention. “Happy Halloween!” she called.
Hallie looked at Lindsay, eyes wide. Lindsay glanced at the window, then at Hallie. Her mouth hung open in a perfect O.
Nora raised her hands above her head. “Come over later! Trick-or-treat in my building tonight! I’ll ask my parents. I’m sure they’ll let me go with—” She lost her balance. “Aghhhhh!” Nora flailed as she fell forward and farther out the window.
Lucas grabbed Nora and pulled her back an instant before she fell ten stories to the pavement.
“No, no, no! Let go of me!” Nora kicked him in the shin and tore out of his arms. She peered out the window frame.
The street was empty. Her friends were gone.
Nora spun on her brother. “Get out of my room. Get out and never come back!”
“I saved your life,” Lucas replied.
“They didn’t answer me!” Nora screamed. “They won’t come over and I’ll never convince Mom and Dad to let me go out with them. No candy. No scary stories. Halloween is ruined! It’s all your fault!” She threw a pillow off the bed at Lucas’s head. He ducked and she missed. By a mile.
Her terrible throw made Lucas laugh. When Nora scooped up a second pillow and tossed it again, he stuck out his tongue before dodging her throw.
“WAR!” Nora declared. She leaped on her brother and wrestled him to the ground.
He was small, but quick. Lucas managed to roll away from Nora, swooping a pillow off the floor as he made his escape. With a wallop, he hit her in the side of the head.
“Ooof!” Nora grunted, grabbing the other pillow and swinging it back at Lucas with all her might.
Direct hit. The seam burst open. Nora dove forward, hitting him over and over again with the torn pillow until feathers were everywhere. Lucas chuckled as he hit her again with his own pillow. That pillow also ripped and more feathers poured into the room. Back and forth they went until the pillowcases were empty. Then they started throwing handfuls of feathers at each other.
“I win!” Nora exclaimed, holding her brother’s arms behind his back. “And now you will suffer.”
“You did not win! I did!” Lucas giggled. With a shove, he tipped her over and tried to hold her firm. Nora was struggling against his grasp when their mother walked into the room.
“What is going on here?” Nora’s mother glanced around before calling, “Frank!” to her husband.
“Laura, I—” Mr. Wilson began as he reached Nora’s bedroom. His voice dropped. “Whoa.”
Nora and Lucas were wrapped together on the floor, a tangled mess of arms and legs. The room was covered with white feathers. It looked like it had snowed.
The window was broken.
And shattered glass covered Nora’s bed.
YOU’RE INVITED TO . . .
CREATE YOUR OWN SCARY STORY!
Do you want to turn your sleepover into a creepover? Telling a spooky story is a great way to set the mood. P. J. Night has written a few sentences to get you started. Fill in the rest of the story and have fun scaring your friends.
You can also collaborate with your friends on this story by taking turns. Have everyone at your sleepover sit in a circle. Pick one person to start. She will add a sentence or two to the story, cover what she wrote with a piece of paper, leaving only the last word or phrase visible, and then pass the story to the next girl. Once everyone has taken a turn, read aloud the scary story you created together!
Answer: You and your friends can use this code to send secret messages to each other. What do you want to say?
My grandmother’s house has always felt like a museum to me. It’s filled with treasures, souvenirs, and knickknacks from her adventures all over the world. Most of the stuff is really cool, like a perfectly detailed miniature replica of the Taj Mahal, and rocks formed from the lava of one of the world’s most active volcanoes. But there’s one thing she brought home that’s always bothered me. It seems so ancient and . . . cursed. It’s a . . .
A lifelong night owl, P. J. NIGHT often works furiously into the wee hours of the morning, writing down spooky tales and dream
ing up new stories of the supernatural and otherworldly. Although P. J.’s whereabouts are unknown at this time, we suspect the author lives in a drafty, old mansion where the floorboards creak when no one is there and the flickering candlelight creates shadows that creep along the walls. We truly wish we could tell you more, but we’ve been sworn to keep P. J.’s identity a secret . . . and it’s a secret we will take to our graves!
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Text by Ann Hodgman
Cover art by Aly Turner
© 2013 by Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Cover designed by Nick Sciacca
ISBN 978-1-4424-7238-9
ISBN 978-1-4424-7239-6 (eBook)
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 2012950418
