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out the lights,” I told him. “Follow me.”
    I led the way to my room. On the way, I stopped at the linen closet and gave
Adam a bath towel. He dried himself off as we walked to my room.
    I couldn’t wait to tell him about my amazing typewriter. “You’re not going to
believe this!” I started.
    I took him over to the typewriter. He stared at it in the orange candlelight.
    Then Alex and I told him the whole story.
    When we finished, Adam burst out laughing. “Very funny,” he said.
    He shook his head. His curly hair was still soaked. Water dripped down his
forehead.
    “I know you want to pay me back, Zackie,” he said. “I know you want to pay me
back for putting the mice in your locker. I know I embarrassed you in school.”
    He put a moist hand on my shoulder. “But there is no way I’m going to fall
for a dumb story like that. No way.”
    “Zackie will prove it to you,” Alex chimed in.
    Adam sneered and rolled his eyes. “I can hardly wait.”
    “No. Really,” I insisted. “It’s not a joke, Adam. It’s real. Come here. I’ll
show you.”
    I pulled him up to the desk. Then I dropped into the chair and quickly typed
the next lines of my scary story:
    THE STORM STOPPED SUDDENLY. ALL WAS QUIET. TOO QUIET.
    Adam and Alex read the words over my shoulder.
    I jumped up and pulled Adam to the window. “Go ahead. Check it out,” I urged.

 
 
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    All three of us slid around my desk and pressed our faces to the window.
    “Yes!” I cried, shaking my fists above my head. “Yes!”
    The rain had stopped.
    I edged between my two friends and pushed up the window. “Listen,” I
instructed.
    We all listened.
    Not a sound outside. Not even the drip of rain from the trees. Not even a
whisper of wind.
    “Yes!” Alex cried happily. She and I slapped a high five.
    I turned to Adam. “Do you see?” I cried. “Do you believe us now?”
    “Do you see?” Alex repeated.
    Adam backed away from the window. “See what ?” he demanded. “Do I see
that the rain has stopped? Yes. I see it.”
    “But—but—” I pointed to the typewriter.
    Adam laughed. “Have you both lost it?” he cried.
    “Do you really think you stopped the rain? You two are totally messed up!”
    “It’s true!” I insisted. “Adam, I just proved it to you.”
    He laughed and rolled his eyes.
    I wanted to punch his laughing face. I really did.
    Here was the most amazing thing that ever happened to anyone in the history
of the world—and he thought it was a big joke!
    I grabbed his arm. “Here,” I said breathlessly. “I’ll prove it again. Watch.”
    I dragged him to the typewriter.
    I didn’t bother to sit down. I leaned over the desk and started to type
something.
    But before I had typed two words, Alex tugged me away.
    “What are you doing ?” I cried. I struggled to break away. But she
pulled me out to the hall.
    “He’s not going to believe us, Zackie,” she whispered. “You can prove it to
him a dozen times, and he won’t believe it.”
    “Of course he will!” I insisted. “He’ll—”
    “No way,” Alex interrupted. “Go ahead. Type ADAM HAS TWO HEADS. If you do it, both of his heads won’t believe you!”
    I had to think about that one.
    “One more try,” I said. “Let me type one more sentence. When Adam sees it
come true, maybe he’ll change his mind. Maybe he’ll see it isn’t a joke.”
    Alex shrugged. “Go ahead. But he has his mind made up, Zackie. He thinks
you’re trying to pay him back for the mice in your locker.”
    “One more try,” I insisted.
    I glanced into the room. “No—! Adam—stop!” I shrieked.
    He had his back turned to us. But I could see that he was leaning over the
typewriter.
    He was typing something onto the page!
    “Adam—stop!” Alex and I both wailed.
    We dove into the room.
    He spun around, a wide grin on his face. “I’ve got to go!” he exclaimed.
    He swept past us and out into the hall. “So long, suckers!” he called. He
disappeared