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You are sick. Definitely sick.”
    She ignored me. “Maybe that’s why the woman in the burned-out shop gave you
the typewriter,” she continued. “Maybe she knew it had strange powers. And she
couldn’t wait to get rid of it.”
    “I can’t wait to get rid of you !” I snapped. “Alex, please tell me
you’re not serious. You’re scaring me with this nutty talk. Really.”
    “But, Zackie, I’m right. Everything you type—it comes true!” Alex grabbed
my arm and started to pull me down the hall.
    I pulled back. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded.
    “One more test,” she insisted.
    I followed her into my room. “One more?” I asked. “One more test—and then
you’ll shut up about this?”
    She raised her right hand. “Promise.” She lowered her hand. “But, you’ll see,
Zackie. You’ll see that I’m not crazy. Whatever you type on that old typewriter
comes true.”
    I sat down at the desk and slid the candles closer to the typewriter. I
stared into the flickering orange light, reading the words of the story.
    “Hurry up,” Alex urged. “Type that someone is standing on the other side of
the door.”
    “Okay, okay,” I muttered. “But this is crazy.” I raised my hands to the old
typewriter keys and typed:
    DRENCHED WITH RAIN, ADAM STOOD ON THE FRONT PORCH.
    I lowered my hands to my lap.
    I listened for a knock on the front door.
    But all I heard was the steady rush of the wind and the patter of rain
against the house.
    I waited, listening hard.
    No knock.
    I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out slowly, listening.
Listening.
    “No knock,” I told Alex. I couldn’t keep a grin from spreading across my face. A triumphant grin. “See? It didn’t work.”
    She frowned. She leaned over my shoulder and read the words again. “Of course it didn’t work,” she said. “You didn’t write that Adam knocked. You
put him on the porch. But you didn’t make him knock.”
    I sighed. “Okay. If it will make you happy…”
    I turned back to the typewriter and typed:
    ADAM KNOCKED ON THE FRONT DOOR.
    As I lowered my hands from the keys, I heard a loud knock on the front door.
    “See?” Alex cried. It was her turn to grin.
    “This can’t be happening!” I gasped.
    We didn’t bother with candles. We both ran full speed through the hall to the
front door.
    Alex reached it first. She grabbed the knob and pulled open the door.
    “Is it really Adam?” I called.

 
 
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    I gaped in shock as Alex pulled Adam in from the rain.
    He was drenched! His curly black hair was matted to his forehead. He wasn’t
wearing a rain slicker or jacket. His soaked T-shirt stuck to his body.
    “Whoooa!” he exclaimed, shivering. He wrapped his arms around his chubby body
as if trying to warm himself.
    Water poured off him and puddled on the floor.
    “Adam—!” I opened my mouth to say something—but I was too shocked to form
words.
    “It—it’s true !” Alex stammered. “It really works!”
    “Huh?” Adam appeared dazed.
    “What are you doing here?” I demanded, feeling dazed myself.
    His eyes wandered around the living room. “I’m not sure!” he exclaimed. “I—I know I came here for a reason. But I don’t remember what it is.”
    “Zackie made you come here!” Alex declared.
    Adam shook his head hard, shaking water off himself like a dog. He narrowed
his eyes at Alex. “Excuse me?”
    Alex studied Adam. “Did you stand on the front porch for a while before you
knocked?” she demanded.
    Adam nodded. “Yeah. I did! I’m not sure why. I just stood there. I guess I
was trying to remember why I came over here. How did you know that?”
    Alex grinned at me. “See? I was right all along.”
    I swallowed hard. My head was spinning. “Yes. You were right,” I murmured.
    The old typewriter…
    Whatever I typed on it came true.
    “What’s going on?” Adam demanded impatiently. He shook more water onto the
rug. “Why are we in the dark?”
    “The storm knocked