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turned around. Just a passing station wagon.
    When she looked back down toward the old section, her eye caught a tilted hundred-year-old tombstone lit up by the bright moon. Corky knew it well. Surrounded by four other graves, Sarah Fear’s stone, worn by time and the weather, stood silent.
    It was over Sarah Fear’s grave that Corky had battled the evil spirit on that dreadful, terrifying night. Over Sarah Fear’s open grave, she had fought and won—and sent the evil pouring out of Jennifer Daly’s body, back into the grave forever.
    Or so she had thought.
    But the evil hadn’t remained in the grave.
    The evil was back.
    Somewhere.
    Corky shuddered.
    I don’t want to think about this now.
    I don’t. I don’t. I don’t.
    â€œThis way,” Corky said, turning away and striding with renewed purpose up to her sister’s rectangular grave marker. Remnants of the flowers Corky had brought there a week ago lay shriveled at the foot of the stone.
    Suddenly chilled, Corky shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her windbreaker and turned back to Chip. He was leaning against a tree several yards away, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes on the sky.
    I guess he’s giving me a little space, Corky thought.
    She turned to face her sister’s gravestone. “It’s me, Bobbi,” she said in a low voice. “I’m really not going to be coming here for a while. At least I’m going to try not to come. I need to get my life back to normal. I know you’d want me to.”
    Corky paused, glanced at Chip who was still staring at the heavens, took a deep breath, and continued. “I just wanted to tell you about the decision I’ve made. I hope it’s the right one. I’ve decided to go back on the cheerleading squad. You see, Bobbi—”
    Corky stopped. She heard a sound. She turned and peered down the hill.
    Her breath caught in her throat.
    She froze.
    And stared in horror as a woman floated out of Sarah Fear’s grave.

Chapter 6
Five Mysterious Deaths

    A s the woman materialized in the shadows, Corky struggled to find her voice. Finally she managed to call out Chip’s name.
    Uncrossing his arms, he turned to her, startled. Corky pointed.
    Would Chip see the woman too? Or was she seeing things again?
    Corky was suddenly filled with dread. Was she losing her mind completely? Had she really seen this woman float up from Sarah Fear’s grave?
    â€œHey!” Chip shouted. He saw the woman too.
    Corky realized she’d been holding her breath. She let it out with a loud
whoosh.
    â€œOh. Hi!” the woman called up to them.
    The beam from Chip’s flashlight played across her face as he made his way down toward her. She wasyoung and kind of plain, Corky saw. She had straight black hair that hung down over the turned-up collar of her trench coat.
    She raised her hands to shield her eyes from the light. “You scared me,” she called out. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
    Chip lowered the light to the ground and stood waiting for Corky to catch up. Reluctantly she followed.
    â€œYou scared us too,” Chip said as he and Corky joined the young woman.
    â€œI thought you were a ghost or something,” Corky said, trying to make it sound light.
    The young woman didn’t smile. “I’m just doing a gravestone rubbing,” she said. She had a scratchy voice, a voice that sounded older than she looked. “Did you two come here to be alone?”
    Without waiting for an answer, she knelt in front of Sarah Fear’s gravestone, then lay down on her stomach to work.
    â€œOh!” Corky couldn’t help but utter a cry. The young woman was lying in the exact same place over the grave where Jennifer Daly had died.
    Stop! Stop! Stop! Corky cried silently to herself. Stop thinking about it!
    But how could she not be reminded when this woman was lying in the exact place?
    â€œWhat are