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Streets of Panic Park - Chapter 22

The dummy’s laugh roared out from all the mirrors.

Poor Britney gripped her wooden head in both hands. Her mouth clicked open, but no sound came out.

A wave of horror swept down my body. I pressed my back against the glass and took long, slow breaths.

My eyes wandered down the row of terrified kids.

Billy and Carly Beth were shadow people. Robby was invisible. Abby and Julie couldn’t stop shaking. And Britney stood there, grunting and tugging at her wooden dummy head.

It’s like a horror movie, I thought. And then I told myself: No. It’s like living in TEN horror movies at once!

“We’ve got to get out of here,” Matt shouted. “Everybody — think!”

“Yes! Why don’t you use your brain?” Slappy snapped. “Use it to ram your head against the door! HAHAHAHA!” Slappy’s laugh faded as he sank back in the mirror. I gasped as I saw who appeared next — The Menace.

His black hat was tilted over his face. The collar of his black shirt was pulled up. He looked like a black smudge repeated again and again down the row of mirrors.

“People, people —” he boomed. “You’re just not trying.”

He tilted his hat back, but his face was still in shadow. I stared down the aisle. There were dozens of Menaces staring back at me.

“People, the Fear Meter is only at eighty,” The Menace complained. “Really, guys, I expected more from you.” “Let us out of here!” Michael screamed.

“You can’t keep us in here!” Sheena chimed in.

“Let us go! Let us go!” several kids started to shout.

The Menace ignored them. “I guess you don’t think I’m serious,” he said. “Let me see … What can I do to prove to you that I mean what I say?” His head swirled around. His other face appeared. “Why don’t you ask me? I know how to scare these jerks!” The first face swung back to the front. “I don’t think so,” he said. “You always go too far. The kids never survive your scares!” I shuddered. I pictured all those kids’ sad faces in the chapel. And the terrifying words: Frightened To Death.

“Well …” The Menace rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. “Okay. Fine. Go ahead,” he said to his other face. “Kill some of them if you think it’ll get the Fear Meter to the top. Do whatever you want to them….”