EDWARD’S SURPRISE

T he rain came without warning, a sudden burst that caught Cari and the boys by surprise. She looked up at the jet black sky. The moon was gone now, covered by low rain clouds.

A jagged streak of white lightning crackled out across the bay.

“I’m totally drenched!” Cari shouted over the rolling thunder that shook the dune beneath them.

“We’ve got to get out of the rain,” Craig cried. “But where can we go? Do you think if we followed the beach we could walk all the way around the island to the ocean side?”

Another streak of lightning made the low rolling waves brighter even than in daytime. Cari brushed her soaked hair back with her hand, large raindrops running down her face, making it difficult to see.

“No, it’s too far and the storm is too dangerous,” Eric said, pulling at his wet T-shirt, his eyes on the sky. “The lightning’s getting closer.”

Another boom of thunder shook the dune. In the white light of the next bolt of lightning, Cari saw the tall grass sweep and bend eerily from side to side, as if trying to escape the storm.

“How about the pool house?” Cari suggested the accompanying thunder roared. The lightning was only a mile away now. The long, low pool house behind the swimming pool in back of the hotel housed all of the pool supplies and cleaning equipment. It would be a little cramped, but at least they’d be indoors, out of the downpour.

“Let’s go,” Eric said.

They started to run, no longer worried about keeping to the shadows. The ground was wet and soft. Cari slipped, stumbling over her suitcase, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds now. She pulled herself up quickly and, dragging the bag in both hands, ran as fast as she could, following the boys to the low structure, praying that it wasn’t locked.

It wasn’t.

Eric pulled the door open, and they ducked inside. Cari was breathing so hard she thought her lungs might burst. The pool house smelled of chlorine. It was very hot, and the rain pounded deafeningly on the roof.

Eric clicked on the fluorescent lights and they flickered to life on the long, low ceiling. “No! Turn them off!” Cari cried, alarmed. “Edward—he’ll see the light and—”

“It’s okay,” Eric said soothingly. “There are no windows in this place, remember?”

Cari sighed. Her hair was soaked and matted against her forehead. Even Craig, who always managed to look neat, appeared as if he’d been through a clothes washer.

“Now what?” he said, glancing around miserably. “Where do we go from here?”

“Is there a phone in here?” Cari asked. It was an outside chance, but worth a look.

They searched the cluttered building quickly, the three of them looking like strange water creatures, wet and green skinned under the fluorescent lights.

There was no phone.

“How do we get off this island?” Craig asked no one in particular, his desperation evident in his voice. “Edward has obviously locked the gate and hidden the canoes.”

“Now why would I do that?” a gruff voice boomed from behind them.

Craig cried out in shock. Cari felt herself about to scream, but the sound caught in her throat.

She turned to see Edward Fear in the pool-house doorway, his hunting rifle in one hand, an umbrella in the other. He wore a long yellow rain slicker that came down to his ankles.

He tossed the umbrella to the floor and, leaning on the rifle, stepped briskly, purposefully, into the center of the room. His face looked livid under the fluorescent light, his white hair more unruly than usual, standing out about his head. He glared at them with his one good eye, his mouth twisted in a strangely pleased smile.

“Such a nasty night. What are you doing out here?”

No one replied.

How did he find us? Cari wondered. How did he know we were here?

“Well?” he demanded, the smile fading from his face.

A flash of lightning and an explosion of thunder made Cari gasp out loud. “We want to leave,” she blurted out.

“Leave?” Her answer seemed to surprise Edward. Leaning on his rifle, he used his free hand to scratch his stubbly jaw.

“Yes. We want to leave the island,” Eric said, finding his voice.

“But you can’t leave,” Edward said. He sounded almost hurt.

“We have to,” Cari said. Edward had left the pool-house door open. The sky flashed behind him, immediately followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Sheets of rain now pounded the ground.

Edward was silent for a bit, staring at them, not moving from his spot in the center of the room. “You can’t leave now,” he said finally in a low voice filled with menace. “I’m formally inviting you to the party.”

“Party?” Cari uttered, feeling the dread grow in the pit of her stomach.

“The party is about to start,” Edward said, staring at her. He took a few steps closer to her. Cari tried to back up, but she was already against the concrete wall.

“Martin and I have been waiting for the party to start,” Edward said, his strange smile returning. “Guess what kind of party it is.”

“Please—we just want to go!” Cari cried, feeling on the verge of tears. “We won’t tell anyone about Simon or anything. We promise. We just want to go home.”

“Guess what kind of party it is,” Edward repeated, ignoring Cari’s plea. He didn’t wait for any guesses. “Give up? It’s a hunting party!” He laughed, a loud cackle. “And guess who Martin and I are going to be hunting this season!” He laughed again.

Cari felt chilled through and through. “No!” she cried out, picturing the four heads, the four human heads, mounted on the trophy-room wall.

She understood what Edward meant. They all did. They all understood what kind of hunting party Edward had in mind. And they all understood immediately that they were the prey.

“This is crazy!” Cari cried. “You’re crazy!”

She didn’t even realize she was saying it. The words just exploded out of her.

Edward raised the hunting rifle in response.

Cari cried out and tried to edge away. But there was nowhere to hide.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Edward said angrily. “I invited you to a party. You shouldn’t insult me.”

“Let us out of here!” Eric demanded.

“I’m not crazy,” Edward said, ignoring him. He raised the rifle higher, aimed it at Cari, and took two steps closer to her.

“No—please—” Cari screamed. Without thinking about it, she plunged forward and batted at the barrel of the rifle.

The rifle went off, a fiery explosion.

Edward cried out, staggered, and toppled backward. His head hit the corner of a wooden picnic table as he fell.

Cari and her two friends didn’t wait for Edward to get up.

Leaving their bags behind, they scrambled past him to the door and out into the driving rain.

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