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It must be inhabiting someone else. Maybe someone I know.”
    â€œHuh? What makes you so sure?” Chip demanded.
    â€œBecause it was right in my house the other night,” Corky said in a whisper, staring down at the floor. “I’m going to find it before it kills again.”
    Chip stared at her thoughtfully, but didn’t reply.
    She raised her eyes to his. “I have one favor to ask. Sort of a big one,” she said reluctantly.
    â€œYeah?” Chip eyed her warily. “What is it?”
    â€œCome with me to the cemetery tonight after dinner?” She asked in a tiny, pleading voice.
    â€œHuh?” He swept his hand back through his thick, disheveled hair.
    â€œCome with me. I want to go to Bobbi’s grave. Just one more time. I promised myself I’d stop going there so often. But I just want to tell Bobbi my decision. About going back on the cheerleading squad.”
    Chip sighed. “Bad idea,” he said softly.
    Corky squeezed his hand. “Come on, Chip.”
    â€œIt’s a bad idea, Corky,” he repeated heatedly. “You said that shrink wants you to get back to a normalroutine. Well, going to the cemetery all the time isn’t normal. I don’t think you should go.”
    She leaned over and pressed her cheek against his. “Come on,” she pleaded softly. “One last time. I promise.”
    She kept her face pressed against his. He turned toward her. She kissed him tenderly. A long kiss. A pleading kiss.
    When she finally pulled her face away from his, she could see his features soften.
    â€˜Okay, okay. I’ll go with you after dinner.” And then he added, “I guess there’s no harm. What could happen?”
    It was a warm night for early December. Thousands of tiny white stars dotted the charcoal sky. A huge full moon cast bright light over the Fear Street cemetery.
    Since the cemetery was little more than a block from Corky’s house, she and Chip walked. He carried a flashlight, in case the moonlight wasn’t enough, swinging it as they walked.
    She asked him about last Saturday’s basketball game, the first preseason one. He told her about the center on the opposing team who repeatedly slamdunked even though he was the smallest guy on the floor! She told Chip how Sean had slipped green food coloring into the mashed potatoes just before dinner.
    Neither of them talked about what they were doing, where they were headed. It was as if they were pretending they were out for a pleasant walk, and not going to the Fear Street cemetery so Corky could talk to the dead sister she couldn’t get out of her thoughts.
    After leaving the sidewalk, they made their waythrough an old section of the cemetery, past rows of low, crumbling gravestones, jagged shadowy forms in the gray moonlight. Chip’s flashlight sent a cone of bright light over the tall grass ahead of them.
    Corky stopped and grabbed Chip’s arm as two eyes appeared in that light. A scrawny white cat stepped timidly out from behind a granite gravestone. It mewed a warning, then scampered away, disappearing into the darkness.
    Corky held on to Chip’s arm and led him up a hill toward a section of newer graves on a flat grassy area bounded by low trees. “This way. We’re almost there,” she whispered.
    Chip suddenly held back.
    She stopped and followed the direction of his gaze. He was shining the light on a grave marker, its smooth whiteness revealing that it was new.
    Jennifer Daly’s grave.
    Corky sighed and tugged the sleeve of Chip’s sweater. Every time she passed that grave, terrifying memories flooded her mind. She didn’t want that to happen now. She didn’t want to think of poor Jennifer or the evil spirit that had inhabited her body.
    She wanted to tell Bobbi her decision and then leave the cemetery. Leave the horror behind. Leave the memories behind.
    Or at least try to.
    Hearing a sound on the street, she