The menacing howl comes again, long and loud.
You turn to John Luke. “Go!”
The two of you run back to the cabins, jump in the Jeep, and take off.
Whatever that was back there in the woods can stay in the woods.
It’s one thing not to be fearful, to know God is in control, and to stand strong in moments of weakness, but it’s also important to know when to use your plain, God-given good sense.
And right now, it’s good sense to get out of here. To get way out of here.
Whatever you’re leaving behind is gonna stay there for the cops and the authorities and those who look into things like that.
You’re both feeling a little better since you’re almost home by this point.
Then you hear a sound pierce the silence of the car.
“Ah-ooooooo.”
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THEY’RE HERE
YOU FIGURE YOU’LL CLEAN UP THE MESS tomorrow morning. Now you’re tired and simply want to get some rest. So you and John Luke grab your stuff and go to a cabin next door.
A few minutes later you’re lying in your sleeping bag in the darkness. Ready for slumberland.
But maybe half an hour later, you find you still can’t sleep. Something about this cabin isn’t right. There’s more light here, for one. The moon is full and round tonight, and the bluish glow of it streams through the cabin windows. It’s lighting up John Luke’s face in the darkness. While many girls across the country might love this sight, you don’t find it particularly wonderful.
It’s a little too bright.
You close your eyes for another moment but open them when you hear John Luke mumbling something. You notice that his eyes are open and the blanket is pulled up beneath his chin even though it’s plenty warm in here.
“I see dead people,” he whispers.
You move closer to see if he’s trying to be funny. But he’s just staring upward in some kind of weird, dreamlike trance.
“John Luke. Are you awake?”
He turns his head toward you, then lifts his hand. He balls his fingers up and begins to motion with his index finger.
“John Luke, stop this,” you demand.
You know he’s messing with you now, so you shake him, but his eyes don’t connect with yours. He really must be in a weird daze. He’s been known to sleepwalk now and then—at least he’s staying in bed this time.
“John Luke, you have to wake up now.”
He turns on his side as if he’s going to sleep. You nudge him again but can’t wake him.
“This isn’t funny.”
But you know he’s not playing any game.
The moon still shines a spotlight on his bed. All you can do at this point is hope he wakes up normal in the morning. You settle back down in your sleeping bag.
At that moment John Luke pops up and looks at you. “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”
Then he does exactly what he’s telling you not to do: lies down and goes back to sleep.
There’s no way you can follow his lead, though. Instead you stay up for most of the night, staring at the ceiling and glancing around from time to time. But you don’t hear or see anything.
No ghosts or goblins or things that go bump in the night.
The mystery of the ghost of Camp Ch-Yo-Ca may never be solved. Until you realize . . .
What if it’s John Luke? What if he’s scaring the campers by sleepwalking over here in the middle of his dreams?
But no. That can’t be.
There’s no way.
You hear laughter.
Then John Luke’s head pops up again and turns to you. “We all go a little mad sometimes,” he says with a grin on his face.
His dimple glows in the moonlight.
The laughter comes again. It’s loud. It’s too much.
You jump out of bed and run outside. You’ve had enough.
Spending the night in John Luke’s Jeep seems like the best plan. Tomorrow morning you can ask him what’s going on.
If tomorrow morning ever comes . . .
THE NEVER-ENDING NIGHT
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DIM DIM JOHN LUKE
YOU AND JOHN LUKE GO OUTSIDE to search the camp. He’s right—that’s the only reason you came in the first place. You head to the lake but don’t find anything there. Then you circle back around the cabins and notice some more strange noises deep among the trees. You’re familiar with a number of small trails throughout this forest, so you lead John Luke down the closest one, navigating with a flashlight.
“Think we’re going to find anything?” John Luke whispers.
“Something’s in these woods,” you say. “I don’t know what. But you heard it just like I did. Some kind of loud banging goin’ on.”
John Luke stays quiet.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” you ask your grandson.
“No.”
“You shouldn’t be. Remember whose idea this was.”
“But hearing this weird stuff is just kinda . . .”
“Just kinda what?”
“Weird,” he says.
You keep walking with the flashlight pointed straight ahead, revealing the path and any other strange things you might come across.
“You know, when I was a kid, I hated the dark,” you tell John Luke.
“No way.”
“Oh, sure. And my father told me to picture the worst sort of thing I could imagine.”
“Why?”
“Because then, if you never ran into it, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.”
“So what did you imagine?”
You laugh. “Oh, mine makes no sense. But for some reason, it terrified the life out of me. I was a boy—ten or eleven.”
“What was it?”
“It’s gonna sound crazy.”
“What?”
You stop walking for a minute and let out a sigh. “A koala bear.”
“A koala bear? Really?”
“Takes a proud man to admit he’s terrified of a koala,” you point out.
“Why? They’re the sweetest animals in the world.”
“Actually, no, they’re not,” you say. “They look like the sweetest animals in the world. But they’re still wild animals. They have long, razor-sharp claws on both their hands and feet. And they’re strong enough to cut you if they want to.”
“A koala bear?” John Luke’s still in disbelief.
“Opposable thumbs,” you add. “Know what that means?”
“No, sir.”
“They can grab you and hold down something they’re trying to pry open all while squeezing their claws into your leg, chest, or whatever. So not only do they have sharp claws, but they’ll grip on to you and it’ll be painful.”
“Are they mean?”
“I think I heard someone telling me a story about an angry koala bear when I was young,” you say. “So that’s what I thought of. I had nightmares about them. But ever since, I’ve never worried much about anything. Cause I’ve never encountered a koala bear.”
You keep leading him into the woods.
“You ever been back this far?” you ask John Luke.
“I don’t think so.”
Both of you walk in silence for a few minutes.
“So what’s the scariest thing you can think of?” you finally ask.
John Luke thinks for a minute before answering. “Cindy Rommel.”
“Cindy Rommel. Who is that?”
He chuckles. “She’s this girl I know from school. She just . . .”
“She likes you?”
“No. It’s more than that.”
“What? Why?”
“She named my dimple. Seriously. She has a name for my dimple.”
“Is she not the sharpest crayon in the b
ox, this Cindy Rommel?”
“No way.”
“So what does she call your dimple?”
“She calls it her little Dim Dim. And that was just the start. She was sorta harassing me. She was an upperclassman.”
“Her little Dim Dim?” you repeat. “Yeah, she sounds like a lot to handle.”
You’ve just started to head up a hill when you hear something in front of you. It sounds like a low growl or bellow.
“Did you hear that?” you ask John Luke, stopping and shielding him.
“Yeah.”
Then you hear this high-pitched laugh.
“And I heard that too,” he says.
You’ve both come too far to turn back now.
“I don’t know about this, John Luke.”
“Just picture the worst,” he tells you.
You keep walking hesitantly until you reach the top of the hill, where you scan your surroundings with the flashlight.
The good news is you no longer have to imagine the worst because it’s standing directly in front of you.
The bad news is some pretty, blonde-haired girl with strange-looking eyes is standing there holding a koala bear in her hands.
You take a quick step back. “John Luke . . . is that—?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Go!” you shout, and you both turn tail and run.
Nothing so un-scary has ever been this scary.
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PRIMAL FEAR
A BOX OF MATCHES SPILLS OUT of the Jeep onto the ground. Then you smell the gasoline on John Luke.
That’s when you notice the seat behind him. There’s a can of gas resting there.
“John Luke,” you begin.
“No!” he shouts in a voice that sounds a lot lower than it usually does. “It’s in me! It’s in me!”
You’ve never seen or heard John Luke acting like this.
“What are you talking about? What did you do?”
He shakes his head, waving at something that’s not there, squinting his eyes. “The bats. They’re back. The bats.”
“Come on, talk to me now.”
John Luke steps out of the Jeep. Behind him, the burning cabin fire rages on.
“What did you do, John Luke?” you say in a loud voice.
“A bat bit me,” he announces. “When I was just a boy. I was only six! And you thought I might have gotten rabies, so they had to kill the bat. They killed my little bat friend!”
“What’d you have for dinner? Why are you acting like this?”
“The bat. It’s the bat. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? I’m not just a human anymore, Papaw Phil. Something happened. Something changed in me.”
He’s clearly delirious. “John Luke . . .”
“Don’t you see? I have the blood of the bat flowing in me!”
“You have something flowing in you,” you tell him. “But I think it’s a bad fever.”
Then John Luke is gone.
And you’re left there stunned, your mouth open, without a clue to where he went.
Unsure what to do, you walk over to the burning cabin. Did John Luke really do this? And what in the world was he babbling about the bat for?
You hear something fluttering and see a bird fly by you.
Then it bites you, and you realize it’s not a bird at all.
It’s a bat.
And now so are you.
Batman’s got nothing on me.
So much for solving this mystery.
To the Batcave!
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FALLING SI
“PAPAW!”
You feel a hand on your shoulder. It’s John Luke shaking you awake. You were searching the grounds of Camp Ch-Yo-Ca for so long that you lay down for a little rest, and you must have fallen asleep by the swimming pool.
You look up and notice how bright the stars are. You were dreaming that they were so close you could touch them. And that wasn’t the only thing. For a second you thought you were Si on your way to Mars. What a crazy dream.
You remember what you were doing now. The camp director asked you to investigate strange events here. The mattresses in the cabin you were staying in were randomly stacked on top of each other while John Luke was telling you a ghost story at the campfire. The two of you went out in search of the culprit. The door to the fenced-in pool was open, and you thought the vandal might be in there, but no. He didn’t even leave a message—nothing was floating on the surface of the still water, and the deck around the pool appeared normal.
“I think whoever was messing with us is gone,” John Luke says.
“Yeah, maybe. Who knows.”
Then you see something bright cascading through the sky.
“Look at that—you see that falling star, John Luke?”
He looks in the direction you’re pointing, and you expect it to disappear. But it keeps getting brighter and brighter.
“Whoa, what is that?” John Luke asks.
It’s getting bigger now, and it’s coming right at you.
You hear an explosion, and fire rains from the sky. For a moment you’re about to haul out of there with John Luke, but you wait.
The flames and bright glow have dispersed, and the object is now plummeting toward you with smoke streaming behind.
“A meteor is coming right at us!” John Luke screams, tearing away from you and heading for the woods.
You don’t think it’s a meteor. It looks like something else.
When the object is close enough to see, a parachute deploys, and you realize it’s definitely not a falling chunk of rock. The parachute slows it down, and soon it glides right over you.
The oval-shaped object splashes directly into the pool in front of you. You stand to the side, ready to clear out of there at any second. Especially if Martians climb out of that thing.
But when the hatch opens, a familiar face peers up at you.
“You wanna help an old man out or something?”
It’s Si, dressed in an astronaut suit. Somehow this doesn’t surprise you. All you can do is shake your head. “Where in the world are you coming from?”
“Hey, listen, Jack. I just saw half the universe, and now I gotta go to the bathroom. Help me out of here.”
When his capsule drifts over to your side of the pool, you grab his arm and pull him out. He climbs onto the pool deck, and you notice that his white spacesuit is covered in something. It looks like it could be blood.
“What’s all that on your clothes?”
He shakes his head. “I’m tellin’ you—I saw the dark side of the moon, that’s what I saw. And it’s pretty dark. It’s too long of a story and if I don’t go soon, I’m gonna explode.”
You step aside, but Si stands motionless for a moment, staring into the distance. “It’s good to be back on Earth,” he says. “What are you doing here anyway? You look bored.”
Before you can reply, Si wanders off to find a tree.
You simply want some sleep. You’re too tired for another long, crazy story.
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ZZZZZZZZZZ
FORTY YEARS AGO, you never would have fallen asleep. You wouldn’t have done so twenty years ago, either. But somehow you end up fast asleep, and the only thing that wakes you up is the smell of smoke.
Smoke coming from a fire. A raging fire that’s burning twenty yards from you.
The cabin. John Luke!
It’s burning intensely, and you realize the cabin is already pretty far gone. You rush toward the building and know you shouldn’t go in, but you have to. You don’t see John Luke, and he could be unconscious inside for all you know. You call his name a couple times but don’t
hear any reply.
So you head in.
Thinking about Zodie Sims and Parker.
Inside, you find John Luke trying to douse the flames with a bucket of water. You toss the bucket aside and grab his arm, forcing him to follow you. Both of you tear through the door you entered, flames licking you all over. You put a hand on John Luke’s head as you exit the burning cabin.
Soon you’re out, coughing and choking and kneeling on the ground.
“What happened?” John Luke gasps between coughs.
“I don’t know. But whoever did this isn’t trying to have fun. They almost killed you back there.”
“I was about to leave when you came in. At first I thought I could put it out.”
“Yeah, I know,” you sigh. “But sometimes you just gotta tuck your tail and tear out of there.”
You stay there on the grass for a while, coughing and choking and thanking God you’re both okay as John Luke calls 911.
When the cops and the fire department finally arrive, an ambulance tries to take you to the hospital, but you refuse to get into it. You insist that John Luke go in for a checkup, though. You call his mother, Korie, who says she’ll meet him there. While a medic looks you over, a cop comes by to update you: they found an empty can of gasoline in the woods. You proceed to tell him everything you know—what brought you and John Luke here, the strange things you experienced, everything.
Eventually you end up leaving when a worried Willie arrives to give you a ride.
It’s only some time later—weeks, actually—when you remember Otis, the hitchhiker you picked up. You call the police and let them know. They thank you and take the info. But that’s all.
That’s the end of it. No more ghost sightings, no more weird noises in the woods. Otis must have moved on.
For now.
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PEACE AND QUIET
“WE SHOULD PROBABLY KEEP GOING,” you tell John Luke.
And yes, you do have places you need to be, but you’re more concerned about picking up a crazy person with John Luke in the car. You know God is in control, but God also wants you to pay attention to your good sense. And your sense tells you picking up a stranger might not be the safest idea.
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