Party Games by R. L. Stine

has it all under control.” His voice trembled. It was obvious Miguel was lying.
    â€œIs Randy okay?” I cried. “Did Antonio pull him out?”
    â€œIt’s under control,” Miguel repeated. “Let’s all move now.”
    I felt sick. I decided to text Amy and tell her maybe she was right about this party. I pulled out my phone. No bars. Of course. Eric warned me that phones wouldn’t work on the island.
    The path sloped up as we approached the house. I heard a strange bird cry from a high tree limb. A long Hoo-hoooo . So sad and human. Like someone crying. My nightmare flashed into my mind. The little brown bird on the grass that became a rat in my hands. The deep bite of its fangs. The blood gushing from my wrist.
    No. Stop, Rachel. Get that nightmare out of your head. Think about Brendan. He invited you because he likes you. Think about how cute he is. Don’t think about the blood in the water behind you, the young man who didn’t come back up to the surface.…
    We walked in silence. Ahead of me, Kerry had his arm around Patti. She kept shaking her head. I crossed my arms tightly in front of me to stop my shivering. Even Eric stayed silent, his eyes straight ahead of him as we followed Miguel up the path through the trees.
    I felt relieved when I could see a bright circle of light up ahead. The trees ended, opening up into a wide, closely trimmed lawn. The lawn had been carefully raked. Not a leaf in sight. And beyond the lawn, the enormous mansion rose up, bathed in spotlights from the balconies above.
    Another black-uniformed servant waited at the double front doors to greet us. Her nametag read: DELORES. She handed each of us a sealed white envelope as we filed into the front hall. “Don’t open it until it’s time,” she kept repeating to everyone.
    Time for what?
    I blinked in the bright light of the entryway. A sparkling crystal chandelier hanging over our heads cast dazzling white light over us. The floor was black-and-white marble. The yellow wallpaper had beautiful white butterflies, hundreds of butterflies flying in perfect rows.
    Miguel whispered something to Delores, then went running down a long hall. Delores looked troubled. Miguel must have told her about Randy’s accident. But she forced a smile and led us to a wide, winding stairway at the side of the entrance.
    â€œAfter the boat ride, you all probably want to go freshen up,” Delores said. “We’ve opened some bedrooms upstairs for you to share. And you can drop off your coats and backpacks there.”
    â€œI’ll share one with April,” Eric said. He turned to her. “Don’t beg. I already said I’d share one with you.”
    She grabbed the hood on his hoodie and tugged it down hard over his face.
    â€œIs that a yes?” he asked.
    We followed Delores up the stairs. We stepped out into a long, dimly lit hallway. Rooms on both sides all the way down to the end. As we followed her, we passed huge portraits on the walls, paintings of Fears, I guessed. Grim-looking people, sitting or standing stiffly against dark backgrounds. They didn’t look evil, but they didn’t look nice, either.
    She motioned April, Geena, and me into the first bedroom. It was an enormous room with a king-sized bed against the far wall, covered in a satin navy blue bedspread. A tall mirror stretched behind a wide oak dresser. The room had its own bathroom. Twin lights suspended in cones from the ceiling sent a white light over the room.
    â€œIs there a view?” I asked. I darted to the window and gazed out through the dirt-smeared glass. “All I can see are woods,” I reported. “The trees come almost up to the house.”
    We tossed coats and backpacks onto the bed. I kept my tangerine jacket on. I’d freeze in just my camisole top. I’d packed a sweatshirt, but I didn’t want to look sloppy.
    Geena disappeared into the bathroom, carrying her