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up speed.
    Faster. Faster.
    Straight at Chuck and Jade.

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    D eena called frantically to her friends. But they were frozen in place.
    The car picked up speed as it roared across the snow-patched lawn.
    The driver is trying to run them down! Deena realized. “Run! Come on—run!” she shrieked.
    Finally Jade and Chuck started to move. They lurched toward the street, Jade stumbling and sliding as Chuck tried to help her.
    Deena leaned over and popped open the passenger door. The dark car moved closer, bouncing the whole way.
    Jade dove into the backseat. Chuck slid in besideDeena, breathing hard. “Go! Go! Go!” he screamed breathlessly.
    The car doors still open, Deena floored the gas pedal. The car jerked away from the curb, tires squealing.
    In the rearview mirror Deena saw the other car bounce off the curb, spin into the street.
    It tried to ram right into us! she realized.
    â€œGo! Go! Go!” Chuck repeated. He twisted in the seat to peer out the back window. “It—it’s chasing us!”
    Deena saw the headlights flash on. White light swept into the car.
    â€œGo! Go! Go!”
    â€œI can’t go any faster!” Deena shrieked, and roared through a stop sign. The tires skidded over an icy patch. The car jolted forward, slid, then shot ahead.
    â€œIt—it’s catching up!” Jade wailed from the backseat. “What are we going to do?”
    Deena couldn’t answer. She was concentrating too hard to think. The dark trees and front yards of Fear Street whirred past as if in a dream. The only light came from the bouncing headlights of the car chasing them.
    Deena reached Old Mill Road, flew around the corner without looking, wrestling the car to stay on the road. The tires squealed in protest. A horn blared. Brakes screeched.
    Faster. Down the dark, empty street.
    The other car turned too. The invading light swept through the car.
    â€œIt—it’s right behind us!” Jade uttered in a tight, frightened voice. “It—”
    They bounced as the car bumped them hard from behind.
    â€œOhh!” Deena screamed, and her hands slipped off the wheel.
    Deena’s car lurched to the left. Another horn blared. She saw the blur of a red van swerving out of her way.
    Another hard bump.
    â€œHe’s trying to bump us off the road!” Chuck cried.
    â€œI can’t go any faster!” Deena shouted, leaning over the wheel, squinting ahead. The little Civic shook as Deena pumped the gas pedal.
    Another hard bump from behind.
    And then the other car pulled left. Shot forward. Came up beside them.
    Deena turned her eyes from the road. Could she see the other driver?
    A blaring horn.
    An oncoming pickup.
    But Deena and the other car were side by side. Blocking the whole street.
    We’re going to hit head-on! Deena realized.
    Head-on. Head-on. Head-on.
    She stomped on the brake.
    Too late.
    A deafening squeal. A long skid.
    The crunch of metal. The high tinkle of shattering glass.
    Then everything went dark.

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    J ade’s high-pitched scream filled the car.
    Deena swallowed hard, fighting back the tremors of fear that shook her body.
    We’re still moving, she realized.
    We’re still speeding through the darkness.
    The darkness.
    Why had everything suddenly gone dark? Because the other two cars had collided. Their headlights no longer sweeping over Deena’s car.
    She raised her eyes to the rearview mirror.
    Saw the car and truck nose to nose. Saw the drivers stepping out.
    They’re okay, Deena realized.
    And we’re okay. We’re not hit. We’re moving. Moving toward home.
    We got away.
    This time.
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    They settled into Jade’s living room. The house felt warm and comforting. Jade’s parents had gone to bed.
    Jade made mugs of steaming hot chocolate. Deena sank into a soft armchair and let out a long sigh of relief. She could still feel the bumping of the car, still hear the