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HELL-O-WEEN

Chapter One
"Yo, dweeb! Are you ready to go monster hunting?" Seventeen year-old Cory
Fleming knew those words were addressed at him even though the speaker was
behind him. He also knew who it was and knew why the word 'dweeb' had been
stressed to give the insult extra emphasis. So he pushed his glasses higher on
the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit he had formed years ago, before he
reluctantly spun around and said, "Don't call me that, Wes. I don't like it."
Wesley Eagen, seated behind the steering wheel of the brand-new jeep he had
just angled over to the curb, blinked in surprise, then laughed. "Whoa! The
worm turns."
The three other high school seniors in the jeep all smirked at Cory, who
withered inside under their looks of ill-concealed contempt. Across from
Wesley sat Leslie Vanderhorst, daughter of the richest man in Pagosa Springs.
Behind Wes was a fellow star member of the football team, Jay Thorpe, and next
to Jay sat Stacy Curvin, the vivacious blonde who was a shoo-in to be
Homecoming Queen that year. "Hello, Cory said, then added the thought
upper-most on his mind. "Where's Ann?" "Where do you think?" Wesley retorted
and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "She's riding with Scott."
Cory shifted as a second jeep braked behind the first. He saw Scott Miklin
driving and frowned ever so
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David Robbins slightly. This is stupid, stupid, stu id! he told himself, He
had no business going out to thp
e cave with guys and girls who wouldn't give him the time of day in school
except to knock on him when the mood struck them. Then his gaze fell on the
brunette beside Scott, and he forgot all of his worries as her rosy mouth
curled in a genuinely friendly smile. "Hi, Cory. Glad you could make it," Ann
Weatherby said. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Cory lied. The only reason
he had accepted Scott's invitation was because of Ann. If she wasn't going he
would have told Scott to get screwed-tactfully, of course. "Hello, Cory,"
chimed in the bleached blonde seated behind Scott. Terri Sheehan was Ann's
best friend. Where Ann went, Terri went. What Ann did, Terri did. They had
been inseparable since childhood. "Terri," Cory said, stepping over to their
jeep, a brown model almost as new as Wesley's red one. He simply nodded at
Scott. "How's it hanging, brother?" Scott Miklin asked in his marked New
England accent. Born and raised in Massachusetts, he had moved with his family
to Colorado a year and a half ago. In that time he had become one of the most
popular guys at Pagosa Springs Senior High. At least once a month he held
parties at his house that were the talk of the school. "You all set?" "Yeah,"
Cory replied. "But are you sure I shouldn't bring some food and a flashlight?"
Scott nodded at a green backpack resting on the console between his seat and
Ann's. "We have everything we'll need. Hop in and we'll get this show on the
road." . Although Cory would much rather have sat next to Ann, he climbed in
the back with Terri Sheehan and promptly buckled his seat belt. "Good idea,"
Scott said, grinning. "We wouldn't want you to fall out. Some of the back
country roads are
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