Corky's Surprising Discovery

You're dead, Hannah. You're dead!

The door swung open.

"Would you believe I forgot the pom-poms again?" Kimmy said, hurrying in breathlessly.

Corky let the scissors drop to the carpet and quickly kicked them under Hannah's bed.

Hannah spun around, surprised to find Corky so close behind her.

Feeling her face grow hot, Corky stepped back to her bed. A strong wave of nausea rose from the pit of her stomach. She held her breath, forcing it down.

Her head spun. She saw brilliant red lights. The entire room flashed, red then black, red then black.

Still struggling to fight down her nausea, she turned to Kimmy, who was searching the front closet. "I think you shoved the box over here, by our bed," Corky said, pointing.

"Thanks." Kimmy hurried over and picked up the carton. "Hey—aren't you two ready yet? What's taking so long?"

"I'll be ready in two seconds," Hannah said, pulling on her skirt.

"I—I don't feel so hot," Corky said weakly.

"Huh?" Kimmy's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Really," Corky insisted. "My stomach. I don't feel right." She dropped down onto the edge of her bed.

The room flashed red then black, red then black.

She had a roaring in her ears, like a rushing waterfall. The back of her neck felt prickly and hot.

"You're not coming to dinner?" Kimmy asked shrilly.

"I'll be down as soon as I feel better," Corky told her. "Tell Miss Green, okay?"

Another wave of nausea sent her running to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and gripped the sink with both hands. The porcelain felt cool under her hot, wet hands.

Her entire body convulsed in a powerful tremor.

Red then black. Red then black.

She shut her eyes, but the flashing colors continued on her eyelids.

The roar in her ears grew louder.

She thought she heard laughter, evil laughter, somewhere far away.

Suddenly the sink became scalding hot and, with a cry more of shock than of pain, she jerked her hands away.

Steam rose from the empty sink, putrid and thick, smelling of mold and decay. The porcelain shimmered and melted from the heat as she gaped in disbelief at it.

A hideous, low, gurgling sound rose from the drain, growing louder and louder until it became a moan.

Corky turned and ran. She burst out of the bathroom and threw herself down on Hannah's bed.

The room was empty. Hannah and Kimmy were gone.

I nearly killed Hannah, Corky realized. I nearly murdered her.

And then the horrifying words pushed their way into her consciousness:

I am the evil one now.

PART TWO

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