“Is he still acting weird?”
I nodded. “He—he tried to choke me.”
She gasped. “Where are your parents? They’re not back yet?”
I glanced at the clock above the TV. Nearly six. “Soon,” I said. “They should be home soon.”
“Do you want to wait here until they get back?” Addie asked.
I sighed. “I guess.” I dropped onto her couch. I shut my eyes and buried my head in my hands.
And saw them. The eerie, slime-covered kids in the basement. I saw their sad faces. Heard them chanting my brother’s name. And suddenly I knew. I
knew who they were.
They were the forgotten ones.
They were the victims of Forget-Me House.
And now the forgotten kids were calling for Peter.
I jumped to my feet and let out a shrill scream.