The day went on drearily. I already missed Sarah. She's probably already halfway there by now.

I sat on my bed lazily. It was nice outside. I wanted to peruse the library, but Mr. Mortman closed it on Sundays. I guess that was his only off day.

Since I felt like reading, now would be a good time to look through the book. I opened the drawer I stashed it in so that Slappy wouldn't get a hold of the damn thing and took it out. I flipped through its musty pages. This book must be as old as that creepy old dummy himself.

I still couldn't make the words out, but I noticed that the pictures seemed to depict what the spell meant. There was a picture of a human-like silhouette and an arrow directed at a frog. Maybe that was what Slappy meant when he wanted to turn me into a frog. I continued to look through the book. The more I looked, the more it made sense to me. I saw love spells, demon summoning spells, and transformation spells. So many strange words but I could somehow understand them.

I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. I brought the book down with me. Usually, Mom or Dad would get the door, but they were both at work. Jed was at his stupid friend's house, so I was all alone.

I peered through the peek-hole. It was Jillian! I opened the door swiftly and greeted her.

"Hey!" She exclaimed and hugged me. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, not much, just doing some reading," I shrugged. I held the book up to her.

"That's cool. Hey, listen, I've gotta ask you something," she replied awkwardly, her hands behind her back. I let her inside.

"What's up, Jillian?"

"Margo was telling me about what happened with you and her little sister," she initiated.

"Oh, jeez," I gave myself a facepalm. "It didn't happen, I swear. It must have been an accident or something."

"Yeah, well, it's not that," she blushed. She seemed scared. She hesitated a bit, then shook her head aggressively. "You know what… nevermind. I decided I don't really want to bring it up."

She rushed out of the door before I could even comment. Her face was red.

"I'm sorry! I'll talk to you about it another time!" She shouted as she hurried down the street. That was really weird. What did she want to ask me?

I shut the door and started walking upstairs. The doorbell rang again.

I opened it. Jillian wasn't there.

"Jillian? You there?" I peeked out of the doorframe. I decided to step outside and see if anyone was there, or if I was just going bonkers. The neighborhood grew quiet.

I felt a cold hand grasp my face, blocking my vision. A wet napkin shrouded my nose and mouth. I struggled and squirmed in the stranger's hands.

"Just breathe," the soothing voice whispered.

Before I knew it, I was out cold.