Fear Street 5 - The Fire Game (5 page)

"Really? Great," he said. "You be thinking about the best things to do in Shadyside on a Saturday night. I'll pick you up at seven."

Gabe's voice sounded in her mind long after she hung up the phone. A part of her was excited by the thought of going out with him. She had felt attracted to him from the first time she'd seen him.

But another part was nervous. For one thing, Andrea was making no secret about how she felt about Gabe. What would Andrea say if she found out?

For another thing, Gabe was so unpredictable.

What had he meant when he said he never did anything without a reason? Or that what Jill didn't know couldn't hurt her?

What was it she didn't know?

And how could it hurt her?

"And on the left you see the scenic Division Street Mall, with bargain hunters and other exotic life forms. Up ahead and to the right is historic Arnold's Gas Station, open seven days a week. . . ." Max was speaking in a high-pitched, nasal voice, and Jill couldn't help laughing.

He sounded exactly like a bored tour guide.

"Just behind us," piped up Nick, also aping a tour guide, "is Mrs.

McCormack, the slowest driver in three counties. And over to the left--"

He raised his hand to point, and the car suddenly swerved into the next lane.

"Nick, will you keep your eyes on the road!" Jill tried to sound upset, but she was laughing too hard. Andrea, sitting beside her on the seat, was laughing too, and even Diane, sitting on Jill's other side, was giggling.

"Okay, girls, what's next?" Max swiveled his head around from the middle of the front seat. Gabe, sitting next to him, had his head against the door. He seemed to be asleep.

"Ask Gabe," said Andrea. "We've all lived in Shadyside forever. Gabe?"

Gabe stretched and yawned elaborately. "Well, let's see. I've seen the main drag, the river drive, the mall, and a gas station. I don't know if I can take much more."

"Oh, cut it out, Gabe," said Diane, sounding exasperated. "It was your idea to cruise by those places, in case you've forgotten."

"Well, yeah, okay," Gabe admitted. "I mean, I've got to be able to find my way around town. But what about that weird place you guys told me about? Fear Street? We never went on it to get to Diane's cabin, remember? We went a roundabout way."

"Fear Street, coming up," said Nick, swinging the wheel around.

As Nick gunned the car down Old Mill Road toward Fear Street, Jill felt a shiver of excitement move down her back.

"You sure you're ready for this, Gabe?" cracked Max. "We're talking serious stuff here. Ghosts, evil spirits, vampires--"

"Bring 'em on!" said Gabe. Then he stuck his head out the window of the car and repeated, at the top of his voice, "Bring 'em on! I'm ready!"

Andrea was laughing again, her eyes glued to Gabe. Jill thought it was funny too, but somehow she wasn't so sure he had the right attitude about Fear Street.

After a few minutes the streetlights became more infrequent, and Nick turned onto Fear Street, slowing the wagon to a crawl. "This is it," Max said, resuming his tour-guide voice. "Fear Street. End of the Line."

"This is it?" said Gabe in obvious disbelief. "This is your famous haunted street?"

"Doesn't look like much, does it?" said Max. "But appearances can be deceiving. See that house across the street? The one with the green shutters?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, two years ago the police found six human skeletons buried in the backyard."

"Over there are the ruins of Simon Fear's old mansion," said Andrea. "You can just make it out in the dark."

"I'm terrified," said Gabe, sounding anything but.

"Past the cemetery and through the woods back there," said Diane. "See how dark it is? A house burned down during a Halloween party last year and nearly killed everyone in it."

"And some friends of mine were nearly murdered by a nut with a chain saw at that house on the comer," said Jill, getting into the spirit of things.

"I know a girl whose parents disappeared from here," added Nick.

Everyone was talking at once now, remembering stories about Fear Street and the terrible things that had happened on it.

Finally Gabe put his hands over his ears and started laughing. "Whoa!" he said. "You're scaring me to death!"

"But all this stuff is real," said Andrea. "It all really did happen."

"Maybe so," said Gabe. "But to me it just looks like a bunch of old houses. I want to see something really scary."

"Well, we could try the cemetery," said Max doubtfully.

"Awesome!" said Andrea. "I've never been there at night!"

"I've never been there at all," said Diane in a small voice. "Are you sure it's safe, Max?"

"There are six of us, right?" said Max.

"That's not going to stop the undead," said Nick, doing his awful Dracula impersonation.

"The what?" said Gabe.

"The undead," said Jill. "That's one of the stories about Fear Street--

the undead sometimes come out of their graves in the cemetery and roam through the woods."

"This I've gotta see!" said Gabe. He turned again to the backseat. "You guys don't really believe this stuff, do you?"

"Well, I'm not sure about the undead," Jill admitted, "but there is something very creepy about Fear Street."

"And all those things we told you really happened," added Andrea.

"Well, let's check out the cemetery!" said Gabe.

"Next stop!" said Nick, cutting the engine at the end of the street.

Beyond the turnaround loomed the wall of the graveyard.

"Got a flashlight?" asked Diane nervously.

"I don't think so," said Nick. "But I don't think we need one. Look how bright the moon is."

"That's when the undead are supposed to come out," said Andrea, sounding excited. "When there's a full moon."

The six teens got out of the car and started toward the crumbling walls of the cemetery. Jill stood and gazed at it a moment, taking in the fresh night air. From somewhere she caught a whiff of springtime blossoms, and for a moment the cemetery seemed like any other beautiful place in Shadyside.

So why was she suddenly nervous? Why did she have the feeling something bad was about to happen?

The others followed Gabe up to the gate. He knocked on it, then yelled,

"Yoo-hoo! Living Dead! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

"Gabe--get real," said Andrea. No one else said anything.

Gabe unlatched the gate. It swung open with a groan like a cry of pain.

The others followed Gabe one at a time. The ground was a tangle of weeds and overgrown grass, and the ancient, crumbling tombstones were covered with moss and scraggly vines.

"They don't spend much on the upkeep for this place, do they?" Gabe observed.

"No one's been buried here in years," Jill told him. "Check out the gravestones. Some of them are really old."

Gabe bent down and brushed moss off the carving on a tall, narrow stone.

It was relatively easy to read the engraving in the bright moonlight.

"'Dollan--1847,'" he read. "Pretty ancient."

"Some of them are wild," Andrea said. "Hey, look at this one!"

Jill peered over Andrea's shoulder to read, "Edwin Dunphy, Born 1852.

Hanged as a Thief 1870."

"Gosh," Andrea said. "He wasn't much older than we are."

"I wonder what he stole," said Nick. "It must have been something really valuable for him to get hanged."

"Justice was much rougher in those days," said Max.

"Right," Andrea cracked. "They probably would have executed you for setting the boys' room on fire."

"If they caught me," said Max calmly. Since nearly a week had passed and nothing had happened, Max had stopped worrying about the fire.

"That reminds me," said Gabe, straightening up and dusting off his hands.

"You haven't set a fire yet, Nick."

"What?" Nick gaped at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Hey, that's right," said Max. "It's your turn, buddy."

"Give me a break," said Nick. "Setting fires is stupid and dangerous."

"And fun," said Max. "You forgot fun."

Jill was pretty sure the boys were just fooling around, but she remembered how fast things had happened in the cafeteria. "Come on, guys," she said. "It's getting cold. Let's go."

None of the boys paid any attention to her. Diane, standing next to Jill, was quiet, but her eyes were wide with worry.

"Max set a fire," Gabe went on. "He proved he's got guts."

"Good for him," said Nick. "I don't have to prove anything."

"Then what's the problem?" said Max. "It's just a goof."

"Or maybe Nick is afraid," said Gabe deliberately.

For a moment no one said anything. Gabe's gone too far, Jill thought. But Nick just took a deep breath and held it, then turned. "Come on," he said. "Let's go."

"Wait!" said Gabe. Nick turned back warily.

"Maybe you're right, Nick," Gabe said with exaggerated kindness. "Maybe it's not your turn yet. It's my turn. . . ." He scanned the graveyard.

"Gabe--" said Jill. "Please don't. Let's just all get back in the car."

"Don't worry, Jill," said Gabe, turning to her with a smile. "A little fire won't hurt anything. It's completely deserted out here. It won't even get classes canceled." He began to laugh a weird, excited laugh.

"What about that shack over there?" said Max, pointing to a run-down wooden shack.

"It looks like an old caretaker's shack," said Andrea, also sounding excited.

"From the looks of it, no one has used it in years," said Gabe. "I'd probably be doing the town a favor by getting rid of it." He pulled open the door and peered inside. "Perfect," he said. "It's full of old sticks and rags. Ought to burn great." He reached down and pushed the debris into a pile in the center of the tiny room. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

"Hey, man," said Nick nervously. "You're not really going to do it, are you?"

"You don't think so?" said Gabe. He clicked on the lighter. "Just watch me."

For a moment Gabe just stood there, the flame from the lighter illuminating his face. He was deathly calm and was smiling his familiar mocking smile.

Jill sneaked a glance at the others. Both Andrea and Max were watching with their mouths half open, their eyes sparkling excitedly. Diane's eyes too were shining, but Jill couldn't tell if it was from excitement or fear. Only Nick was scowling. He shook his head and turned away from Gabe.

As for Jill, she wasn't sure what she felt. A part of her was sympathetic to Nick and agreed that fires were dangerous and stupid. But another part was excited and waited eagerly to see if Gabe would really do it.

Gabe slowly stepped forward, then bent down and lit the debris inside the shack. Instantly it blazed up and he jumped back.

"Whoa!" he said. "That stuff was dry!"

"We'd better get out of here!" said Max. "This shack's going to really burn."

"Right," said Gabe. "Come on!"

Laughing like a wild man, he led the others back through the cemetery and down to where the car was parked.

"That was awesome!" said Max, turning back to watch the shack, which was now blazing brightly.

"I didn't think you'd really do it," said Andrea, putting her hand on Gabe's arm. "I should have known that you mean exactly what you say."

"You bet I do," said Gabe. "Now there's only one detail that needs to be tied up."

"What's that?" said Andrea.

"Nick," said Gabe. "Hey, buddy, now it's definitely your turn!"

They stood for a moment watching the glow of the fire from behind the cemetery wall. Jill found herself thinking it wasn't that big a deal. As Gabe pointed out, they hadn't hurt anyone. And the shack itself was so run-down it was useless.

Even Diane seemed relatively relaxed about what had happened.

Only Nick was still uptight. He was standing off by himself, facing away from the cemetery, his hands in his pockets. Jill was about to walk over to him when a siren began to wail.

"Uh-oh," said Andrea. "Someone called the fire department."

"Too bad," said Gabe. "Hey, Nick, you're going to have to drive past the fire trucks now. Or are you too chicken for that too?"

Nick acted as if he hadn't heard Gabe, but he did head for the car.

The sirens were louder now. They all scrambled quickly into the car. Jill found herself in the front between Max and Nick, while Gabe was in the back between Andrea and Diane.

"Drive carefully, Nick," Gabe said sarcastically as they started back down Fear Street. "You wouldn't want to do something illegal and get a ticket."

The others all laughed, except for Nick. Jill thought Gabe was being too hard on him. He didn't realize how sensitive Nick was. If I could just talk to Gabe alone, she thought. Maybe Saturday night when we go out.

She still hadn't told anyone she was going out with Gabe, and she wondered if he would say anything.

"Here they come!" cried Max jubilantly.

Nick pulled over while the fire trucks passed, their blaring sirens shattering the quiet of Fear Street.

"I still haven't seen any of the undead," complained Gabe.

"They were probably afraid of you," said Max.

"Could be," said Gabe.

"You never know," said Diane. "Maybe they put a curse on you."

"Come to think of it, I scraped my hand when I was piling stuff up inside the shack," Gabe said. "Think that's the curse?"

"Let me kiss it and take the curse off," said Andrea. While the others whistled and hooted, she took Gabe's hand in hers and put it to her mouth.

What would she say if she knew Gabe asked me out? Jill wondered.

"Hey, Andrea," teased Max, "you never did that for any of us."

Everyone laughed. Jill had never seen Andrea act so flirtatious. It was as if the fires brought out a side of her no one knew existed.

"Say, Gabe," Andrea said huskily, "when are you going to come watch my gymnastics routine?"

"I haven't had much time this week," said Gabe.

"How about Saturday night?" Andrea said.

"I'm busy that night," Gabe said smoothly. "How about next Thursday?"