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it—and felt another chill go down her back.
    It wasn’t a letter. The sheet of typing paper had a drawing pasted on it.
    A drawing of a chain saw.
    Someone had splattered a red marker on the page to make it look as if blood dripped from the saw. The bright drops of blood led to stark black letters at the bottom of the page: YOUR TURN NEXT.
    â€œI don’t believe it!” Jade cried. “This is so gross!”
    â€œSomeone is a real sicko,” Chuck said softly.
    â€œWell, at least now we know one thing for sure,” Deena said, turning her eyes away from the ugly drawing.
    â€œWhat do we know?” Jade asked.
    â€œWe know it couldn’t possibly be Farberson,” Deena declared. “They censor prison mail—right? The prison would never have let Farberson send this.”
    â€œHey—you’re right!” Jade cried. “But, then, who?”
    â€œWhat if Farberson got out somehow?” Chuck suggested, staring at the chain saw.
    Deena swallowed hard. “Th-they wouldn’t let him out. He’s a murderer,” she said softly.
    â€œThere’s one way to find out,” Chuck told her. “Let’s drive over to Fear Street to see if anyone is living in Farberson’s house.”
    â€œHave you totally lost it?” Jade asked him. “The last time we went to Farberson’s house, we nearly got killed!”
    â€œWe won’t get out of the car,” Chuck assured her. “We’ll just drive past. Check it out. Then drive away as fast as we can. It’ll be perfectly safe.”
    â€œThere won’t be anything to see,” objected Deena. “I mean, Farberson’s house has been deserted since he went to prison. Dad told me so.”
    â€œThen there isn’t anything to be afraid of,” Chuck declared. He stood up. “Come on. Put on your coats. Let’s go.”
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    When they first turned onto Fear Street, it seemed like any other street in Shadyside. But as they drove past Simon Fear’s burned-out mansion and the Fear Street cemetery with its ancient tombstones poking up from the ground like skeleton arms, it became easy to see why so many frightening stories were told about the street.
    Farberson’s house stood on a big lot next to the cemetery.
    Deena pulled her mom’s Civic up to the crumbling front curb. The fading sunlight made the two-story Victorian house look even creepier than she had remembered it.
    â€œWhat a wreck!” Deena declared. She could quickly see that nobody had lived in the house for a year. In fact, the house was so run-down, it was as if no one had ever lived there!
    Several of the windows were boarded up. Others were cracked. The shutters hung loose on their hinges. And the scraggly lawn was overrun with brown weeds poking up through the patches of icy snow.
    â€œYeah. The house is definitely deserted,” Jade murmured.
    â€œWho’d want to move here?” Deena replied. “I mean, after everything that happened?”
    â€œIt really looks like a haunted house!” Chuck declared, staring at it. “Think there are ghosts?”
    Deena gazed up at the house. “Oh!” She let out a startled cry as a light flickered on in an upstairs window.
    A ghostly, flickering light.
    â€œS-someone’s in there!” Deena stammered. She stared at the light as if she had been hypnotized.
    â€œWho could it be?” Jade whispered.
    â€œThe gas man?” cracked Chuck.
    â€œChuck, don’t be a jerk!” Jade cried. “There’s someone in that house. Let’s get going! Now!”
    â€œIt’s just the sun reflecting off the window,” Chuck insisted.
    â€œChuck, the sun is practically down,” Deena said. “Let’s go!”
    She knew that Chuck was just trying to frighten them. It didn’t take much to frighten Jade or her in this neighborhood—not after what had happened to them in