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it,” Alex urged.
    “Excuse me?”
    She dragged me to the desk chair. She pushed me into it.
    “Hey—” I protested. “I almost dropped the candles.”
    “Type something,” Alex instructed. “Go ahead, Zackie. Type something—and
we’ll see if it comes true.”

 
 
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    The wind howled outside the house, rattling the windowpane. I set my candles
down, one on each side of the old typewriter.
    I leaned forward and read the story so far.
    Alex was right.
    Everything I had typed had come true.
    But her idea was totally dumb.
    “Type!” she ordered, standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders.
    I glanced back at her. “Alex—haven’t you ever heard of coincidence ?”
    “Oooh—big word!” she replied sarcastically. “Are you sure you’re ready for
such a big word?”
    I ignored her remark. “A coincidence is when two things happen by accident,”
I explained. “For example, I type that it’s stormy out—and then it starts to
storm. That’s called a coincidence.”
    She shoved me toward the typewriter. “Prove it,” she insisted. “Go ahead, Zackie. Type the next sentence, and let’s see
if it comes true.”
    She squeezed my shoulders. And then added, “Or are you chicken ?”
    I wriggled out from under her hands. “Okay, okay,” I groaned. “I’ll prove
just how dumb you are.”
    I reached for the handwritten pages of the story. And I found the next
sentence.
    Then I raised my hands to the old typewriter keyboard and typed it in:
    THEY HEARD A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.
    I lowered my hands to my lap. And sat back.
    “See?” I sneered. “Any more bright ideas?”
    Then I heard a knock on the door!
    I gasped.
    Alex let out a startled cry.
    “That didn’t h-happen,” I stammered. “I didn’t hear that. I imagined it.”
    “But we both heard it,” Alex replied, her eyes wide. “We both couldn’t imagine it!”
    “But it’s impossible !” I insisted. I picked up a candle. Then I jumped
up from the desk chair and hurried across the bedroom.
    “Where are you going?” Alex demanded, chasing after me.
    “To answer the door,” I told her.
    “No—!” she gasped.
    I was already jogging through the dark hall. My heart pounded. The candle flame seemed to throb in rhythm with my heart.
    I glanced back and saw Alex running after me. “Zackie—wait!”
    I didn’t stop. I ran to the front door.
    “No! Please—don’t open it!” Alex pleaded.
    “I have to,” I told her. “We have to see who’s there.”
    “Zackie—don’t!” Alex begged.
    But I ignored her. And pulled open the door.

 
 
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    Alex gasped.
    I stared out into the rain.
    No one there.
    No one.
    Rain pattered the front stoop. The big raindrops bounced like balls in every
direction.
    I pushed the door shut. And brushed a cold raindrop off my forehead.
    “Weird,” Alex muttered, tugging at her blonde ponytail. She pushed her
glasses up on her nose. “Weird.”
    “It had to be a tree branch,” I said. “The wind blew a tree branch against
the door. That’s all.”
    “No way,” Alex insisted. “Tree branches don’t knock. I heard a knock
on the door—and so did you.”
    We stared at each other for a long moment. Then we stared at the door.
    “I know!” Alex declared. Behind her glasses, her eyes flashed excitedly. “I know why there was no one at the door!”
    “I don’t want to know!” I groaned. “I don’t want to hear any more
crazy ideas about my story coming true.”
    “But don’t you see?” she cried. “There was no one at the door because you
didn’t write someone at the door!”
    “AAAAAGGH!” I screamed. “Alex, please—give me a break. You don’t really
believe that I am controlling everything that happens—do you?”
    She twisted her face, thinking hard.
    “No,” she finally replied.
    “Good!” I exclaimed.
    “I think the old typewriter is controlling everything,” she said.
    “Alex—go lie down,” I instructed. “I’m calling your parents to come get
you.