Out Of The Darkness. Heather Graham

loved her.

      “Davey, your father isn’t here,” she said. “You know...you know your dad is dead.”

      Davey looked at her stubbornly. “My father told me!” he insisted.

      “Davey,” Sarah said softly, calmly, “of course, the point is for it all to be very scary. Vampires, ghosts—but they’re not real. It’s a spooky fun place for Halloween. There are all kinds of made-up characters here.”

      “No. Real bad things.”

      They all let his words sit for a minute.

      “The actors in there—they’re not evil, Davey,” Suzie said. “Come on, you’ve seen creatures like that before—and the ones who walk around, they’re high school kids like us or college kids, and now and then, an adult actor without a show at the moment! You know all about actors, buddy. There are pretend vampires—and werewolves, mummies, ghosts—you name it.”

      “No. Not werewolves. Not vampires,” Davey insisted. “Bad people. Like my dad said!”

      “You love actors and movies,” Sean said. Sean knew Davey had a skill for remembering everything about all the movies and, because of that, he always made sure Davey was on his team for trivia games. When they weren’t playing trivia, however, Sean had a tendency to ignore Davey.

      Sean seemed to be trying with the rest of their group to engage Davey, but he kept looking at his watch. He wanted to move on.

      “You shouldn’t go in! You shouldn’t go in. It’s bad. Very bad,” Davey said.

      “It’s just a haunted house!” Tyler said.

      “I love you, Tyler,” Davey said. “Don’t go. My father...he was next to me. Yes. He was next to me. All the things he taught me. He’s dead, I know! But he’s with me. He said not to go in. He said there would be bad men and you have to look out. He was smart. My dad was a marine!” he added proudly.

      “That’s kind of sick!” Hannah whispered to Sarah. “Does he honestly think...”

      “Davey,” Sarah said softly. “Your dad loved you—you loved your dad. But he’s gone.”

      “I’m not going!” Davey said stubbornly.

      “He should come,” Tyler told Sarah. “If you give in to him all the time...it’s not good. Don’t make him into a baby. He’s several years older than we are.” He turned to Davey. “You know I love you, buddy, right?”

      Davey nodded. “We don’t have a weapon. I’m not going.”

      “Davey, I’m begging you...please?” Sarah asked.

      Davey shook his head, looking at her. There were tears in his eyes; he was obviously afraid she was going to make him go into the haunted house.

      “Just go,” Sarah told the others. “Davey and I will get a soda or...hey, there are a bunch of movie toys over there. We’ll go look at the toys.”

      Tyler sighed. “I’ll stay with you.”

      The others had already fled like rats.

      Not even Suzie—some best friend—stayed behind.

      Just Tyler. Staring at her.

      “Go,” she told him, suddenly feeling put-upon.

      “Sarah—”

      “Go!”

      He stiffened, squared his shoulder, shook his head—and walked on quickly to join the others.

      “I’m still so confused. What scared you so badly?” Sarah asked Davey, leading him to a bench. At least she could sit. Her steampunk adventurer boots were starting to hurt like hell. “You were fine when we first got here. The haunted house we went in was made up to look like that one from the movie—you know, when the kids get lost in the woods and they find the house, but everyone in it is crazy! The father likes to hang people, the brother plays with a Civil War sword, the sister sprays poison and the mother chops up strangers for dinner. It was creepy cool—and they were all actors.”

      “Yes, they were actors,” Davey said.

      “Then why are you afraid of that one?” She pointed to the house where her friends were now in line, Cemetery Mansion. It was a good, creepy representation from a horror film where people had built over a graveyard and the dead came back to kill the living for disturbing them.

      “It’s evil,” Davey said. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shivered. “I saw them. Dad told me to watch—I watched. That house is evil.”

      “How is it evil? It’s honestly much the same. The themes are different. There are a lot of fabricated creatures—some cool motion-activated stuff, like robots—and then more actors. People just pretending. We went through the one house—it was fine.”

      He nodded very seriously and then pointed at the Cemetery Mansion.

      “That one,” he said. “It’s wrong. I’m telling you, Sarah—it is wrong. And I like Tyler. And Suzie,” he added. He didn’t say anything about Sean or Hannah.

      “You mean—you’ve heard they got the characters wrong somehow? We haven’t been in it to see what the house is like, Davey.”

      “No, we can’t go in,” he said insistently, wetting his lips as he did when he got nervous. “No. It’s wrong. You can feel it. It isn’t scary—it’s bad. Evil.”

      She looked at the house. It was spooky—the theme park had done a good job. Images were hazily visible in the windows: creatures that had just crawled from the grave, bony, warped, black-and-white, like zombies or ghosts, horrible to behold.

      “You should stop your friends from going in there. Make Tyler come back. He wanted to stay with you. But you were all stubborn and mean.”

      Sarah heard the words and spun around to stare at Davey. But he didn’t even seem to realize he had spoken to her.

      He was looking at the stand where there were all kinds of toys.

      Sarah suddenly smiled. His eyes were wide; he was happy to look at the toys. Davey loved the movies and he loved toys—that made movie-inspired props and toys extra special.

      “Let’s go see what they have,” she told him.

      * * *

      “THIS IS WRONG,” Tyler said as he got into the line for the haunted house with Suzie, Hannah and Sean. What was one more haunted house? he asked himself, irritated that he had let Sarah push him away. No matter if it was their idea or not, Davey had gotten them the tickets. He’d been patient enough to dial his phone over and over and over again.

      And Tyler knew that Sarah was feeling alone—as if Davey was her responsibility, and she wasn’t about to burden anyone else.

      Tyler loved her. He knew they were both lucky, both blessed. People referred to them as the “Barbie and Ken” of their school. He liked to think it wasn’t just that he played football and she was an amazing cheerleader—for any team the school put forth. He tried to be friendly, kind, sympathetic—and he worked hard in class.

      Naturally, he and Sarah had been intimate—though not in a way that would give others a chance to tease them. They were discreet and very private; Sarah would never do anything to disappoint her parents. But in their minds, marriage was a given. Sometimes, in the middle of a class, Tyler would smile, imagine being with her in such an intimate way again, when they both laughed, when they grew breathless, when the world seemed to explode. She was an amazing lover and he hoped he reciprocated. Sex was fireworks, but life was loving everything about her—her great compassion for others, her integrity. He liked to think that he was similar in his behavior.

      Leaving her on her own tonight hadn’t been considerate in any way.

      “I’m going to go back and wait with Davey and Sarah,”