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Streets of Panic Park - Chapter 23

KILL some of them?

His terrifying words sent chill after chill down my back.

“You’re CRAZY!” Michael screamed. He slapped his hand against the mirror.

Matt tried to pull him back. But Michael totally lost it.

“You’re crazy! Crazy! CRAZY!” he shouted at the shadowy face in the mirrors. Michael was so angry, the veins were throbbing in his neck. He pounded the mirror again and again.

The Menace watched him calmly. Under the hat, his eyes were narrow slits. “You are a brave lad,” he told Michael. “Yes, yes. I know you’re part monster. I know your whole story, kiddo. It’s so impressive the way you stand up to me.” His head spun around. “So impressive, I could puke!” the red face said.

“But really … who is crazy here?” the first face said softly. “I think I make perfect sense.” “Just let us go!” Michael screamed. “I don’t care if —”

He stopped.

A blinding flash of white light made us all stop.

I shut my eyes. The light was so bright, it sent a burning jolt of pain through my head.

I opened my eyes slowly. And stared in shock at the mirrors.

They all appeared to spin. Spinning faster and faster, until the face in the mirrors was a blur.

Michael opened his mouth in a long wail of horror.

It was Michael’s face in the mirrors. Dozens of spinning reflections. Michael’s mouth open … screaming … screaming out his rage in every mirror. Screaming, his eyes bulging, his face twisted in anger, as he spun … spun … Then the scream cut off sharply as the mirrors came to a stop. Darkness fell over us.

Silence. A terrified silence down the long room. And then slowly, the lights brightened. I struggled to breathe. I saw the other kids shaking their heads, blinking, dazed.

And then my eyes stopped on Michael. Michael squinting hard into the mirror in front of him.

And on the back of Michael’s head … on the back of his head … on the back of his head … My heart skipped a beat.

On the back of Michael’s head was ANOTHER FACE!

A hideous monster face with bulging eyes and a long lizard snout. Pointed, jagged teeth and a long black forked tongue.

The Menace peered out at Michael from the mirror with a sick grin on his shadowy face. “How’s that working for you, partner? Glad you complained?”