Party Games

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broad forehead and a lot of white in his hair. They both were in uniform—black dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks. They both had little white nametags on their shirt pockets.
    â€œThey must be new,” Eric whispered in my ear. “I haven’t seen either of them before. The Fears have so many people working for them.”
    â€œBut the house has been closed, right?” I said. “They just opened it for Brendan’s party today.”
    Eric nodded. He darted over to Geena and put his arm around her. “I see you watching me, Geena. You can’t take your eyes off me, can you? Maybe you and I can sneak away later. Maybe do some nature walks on the island? Are you into nature like I am?”
    She laughed. “That’s a maybe, Eric.”
    â€œYou mean it’s a yes ?”
    Geena shook her head. “A maybe is a no .”
    â€œSo it’s a yes,” Eric said.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œI’ll take that to be a yes.”
    The sky darkened again, and the air grew cooler. Behind us, the boat rose up, then splashed down as waves washed hard against the narrow dock.
    â€œOkay, guys. Let’s get to the house before the rain comes,” Antonio shouted. He had some kind of foreign accent. Italian, I think. He pointed to a dirt path that led through the tall grass, away from the shore. “It’s a short hike through the woods. Be careful to stay on the path. There are a lot of snakes.”
    â€œWhat kind of snakes?” Patti asked.
    â€œThe kind you don’t want to meet,” Antonio replied.
    We all started toward the path. I stopped when I heard a shrill scream.
    I turned back in time to see Randy fall. One foot was caught in the tie rope, and he screamed again as he stumbled off the dock. I gasped as his head hit one of the tall log pilings. It made a sick thud .
    His white cap landed upside down on the dock. Arms slumped at his sides, Randy dropped into the churning lake water.
    Screaming, shouting in shock, we went running to the dock. Antonio and Miguel were already on their knees, peering into the water. They tried to wave us back. “He’ll be okay,” Antonio shouted. “He’s a good swimmer.”
    â€œBack, everyone,” Miguel ordered. “Get back.”
    No one moved. My heart was pounding in my chest. I struggled to catch my breath.
    And then I uttered a choked cry as a circle of bright red rose up in the dark lapping water. The red tint spread quickly, washing with the waves.
    â€œBlood! It’s his blood!” Geena shouted.
    â€œWhere is he? Why isn’t he coming up?” Delia cried.
    I’d been holding my breath the whole time. I forced myself to breathe. My legs suddenly felt weak. No sign of him.
    Antonio began to wave frantically. “Get up to the house! All of you! Miguel—take them to the house. I’ll deal with this. Everyone— move !” He tugged his shoes off, then started to strip off his clothes.
    â€œHe’ll be okay. Randy’ll be okay,” Miguel kept repeating. He frantically began moving us off the dock. “Come on, everybody. Antonio will pull him out. No worries. Really. No worries.”
    I had no choice. I had to follow the others to the path that led to the house. But as I stepped off the dock, I turned back. And saw the water so crimson, rippling red, the blood spreading in the waves and around the dock. And no sign of Randy … just Randy’s blood, billowing up from down below.

 
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    I shut my eyes. I turned away from the horrifying sight at the dock.
    Was it really possible? Was the party ruined by a drowning before it even began?
    I suddenly thought about Amy. She warned me not to come to this party. She kept saying there was a curse on the Fear family. Mac warned me, too, but he was crazy and jealous and out of control.
    â€œKeep moving, everyone,” Miguel ordered us. “Don’t worry about Randy. Antonio

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