Wrong Number 2

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Author: R.L. Stine
boredom if I didn’t.”
    She stood up and followed him, putting a hand on his arm. “But I was just killing time. Waiting for you. You’ve got to believe me.”
    Jade turned her wide green eyes on him and Deena could practically see Chuck melt. “Do you believe me?” Jade asked softly.
    Chuck hesitated. “Yeah. I suppose so.”
    â€œWell, good.” Jade gave him a quick kiss. “It’s so late. Deena and I are totally wrecked from the game. Go on home and we’ll get together tomorrow—okay?”
    â€œOkay,” Chuck agreed. “The only thing is, I don’t exactly feel like facing Dad tonight. Can I have your key, Deena? I’ll just let myself in.”
    â€œSure,” said Deena. She fished in her bag for her keys and handed them over to Chuck. “But you don’t have to worry. Mom and Dad are away. That’s why I’m staying at Jade’s tonight.”
    Chuck seemed very relieved. Jade walked Chuck downstairs. From the bedroom, Deena could hear them talking in low voices for several minutes before the front door shut.
    Dad is going to have a fit, Deena realized. She dreaded the scene when Chuck spilled the news that he dropped out of school.
    Maybe Mom and Dad will get used to the idea, Deena thought hopefully. Maybe they’ll even help Chuck get it together to move out to California.
    Or maybe there’ll be a terrible screaming fight.
    â€œI’m so glad Chuck’s back. Aren’t you?” Jade asked, strolling back into the bedroom.
    â€œYes. Of course,” Deena replied quickly. But she found herself wondering if she really was glad.
    Chuck was always so much trouble. . . .
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    Deena was still thinking about Chuck when she pulled the covers up to her chin and switched off the light. A few minutes later she managed to forget all about Chuck as she drifted off into a great dream about Steve Mason.
    She awoke with a start when the bedroom phone rang. Her eyes popped open and darted around the strange surroundings. It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t in her own bedroom.
    â€œWould you get that?” Jade asked groggily. “It’s closer to you.”
    The digital clock showed two-thirty as Deena groped for the receiver. “Hello?” she whispered.
    â€œHello,” rasped a familiar, gravelly voice. Deena jerked up, instantly alert. “Who is this?” she demanded.
    â€œYou know,” the voice said. “Remember the closet?”
    â€œWho is it?” Jade asked from across the room.
    â€œIt’s him!” Deena cried.
    Jade quickly made her way over to Deena and lowered her head to the phone so she could hear too.
    â€œRemember the closet?” the voice went on. “The one you were hiding in?”
    Deena gasped. A year ago she and Jade had hidden in a tiny closet in Farberson’s house while he stalked through each room, searching for them. Squashed together, they had huddled, terrified in the back of the dark closet. But Farberson had found them.
    No one else knows about the closet, Deena told herself. Jade, me, and Farberson. We’re the only ones who know.
    That means this caller has to be Farberson!
    â€œGo away! Leave us alone!” Deena cried into the phone receiver, her voice tiny and frightened.
    â€œThink about how scared you were that night,” the voice whispered. “Because you’re going to be more scared—real soon.”

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    â€œT hanks, Mrs. Smith,” Deena called as Jade’s mother dropped her at home on Saturday morning. It was a clear, cold day and Deena squinted into the sun as she walked up the circular driveway to her house.
    I wonder if Mom and Dad know that Chuck is home yet, she thought.
    As she walked to the back of the house, she heard a door slam and then angry shouting.
    They know, all right! Deena thought.
    â€œWhy didn’t you at least tell us you were having
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