Dark Moon (Nightmare Hall) by Diane Hoh Read Free Book Online Page A

make this the best, most amazing celebration ever held anywhere. I could have done things that never could have been explained logically. Maybe I would have used my power to put on a giant fireworks display in the sky, just let them explode up there whenever I felt like it, without anything set up on the ground. No one would be able to explain that, that’s for sure, not even Miss Logical, Analytical Genius.
    Fireworks would have popped everyone’s eyes, wouldn’t they? I know I could have pulled it off, especially with Moon out in full force, feeding my power.
    Another scream … If she keeps making all that racket, someone could hear her, even over the carnival noise. If they come back here to check, I’d better be history. I know you’re watching, Moon. Helping me out. We make a great team. Thanks. I did good, didn’t I? Stay tuned. This is just the beginning. There’s much more to come, I promise.

Chapter 7
    A RAZOR-SHARP SHARD OF glass had penetrated the thin sole of Eve’s shoe and sliced upward. She screamed in shock and pain. Her face went white, but she stopped only long enough to reach down and yank the glass free. She tossed the glass aside and stumbled onward, sick and disoriented. Reeling around the corner, she struggled to get her bearings in the new passageway, its mirrors still intact.
    “Ready or not, here I co-ome!” The gleeful shout came from somewhere behind her, over her right shoulder. But it was muffled, as if from a distance, and even in her panic, Eve knew she was still alone in her glass-lined alley. But close … the voice was close. Too close.
    As was the sound of shattering glass when, to her horror, it began again. Behind her. On her right. One explosion after another. Chasing her, following her, tormenting her.
    She couldn’t stay ahead of it. It was happening too fast, wham! one panel after another, wham!, the glass exploding like windows in a tornado, wham!, so close now that a small, airborne sliver of glass caught her behind the right ear, impaling the lobe.
    Eve cried out in pain again, and then her cries changed to shouts for help as she stumbled forward. Her hands fumbled along the mirrored walls, searching for a way out. Stumbling, searching, she shouted, “Help! Help me!” knowing that no one would hear her over the noise of the carnival some distance away. How could anyone hear her cries over the screaming, the shouting, the laughter, the loud music?
    Why had Garth left her?
    Wham! Right behind her.
    She had to find a way out of this terrible place.
    Running, stumbling, her breath coming in uneven gasps, she struggled to think clearly. Something … there must be something …
    She thrust one hand into her shoulder bag while her other hand continued to probe the glass walls for an exit. Ripping a lipstick out of the depths of her purse, she yanked the top from the cylinder, freeing the greasy, deep-pink stick.
    Wham!
    Eve ran faster. She whirled around a corner, darted down the corridor, sped around another corner, all the while searching for a door with one hand while the other hand left a vivid slash of pink lipstick on each panel of glass as she dashed past it. She was leaving her mark, determined not to keep retracing her steps.
    Wham!
    The lipstick broke, as she had been afraid it would. Her hand dove back into the purse and emerged a second later with a fat, black marker. She had used it earlier to make carnival signs to post along the highway. With the marker in hand, she was careful not to miss a single panel of glass. She left behind her a thick, very visible line of black.
    “Eve-ie, where are you?” the voice singsonged cheerfully. It sounded like it was further away now. “I’m having a hard time keeping up with you! My, you are fast on your feet, aren’t you? Well, I think I can fix that. Permanently.”
    Wham!
    The explosive sound of shattering glass behind her was too far away this time to do her any harm. Maybe her tormentor was moving in the wrong