I suppose you wont to know all about us, don’t you? All the nasty, horrible details about the vicious things we did . . . .

Well, it wasn’t like that—not to us anyway—not at first. Things just got carried away, that’s all. We were good kids—I mean really good kids. Not a single kid in the Shadow Club had ever done anything bad. Not at first.

I still don’t know how it all happened. We just lost control—too many bad feelings have a way of spinning together into one killer tornado, and none of us in the Shadow Club knew how to stop it, or for that matter, where it was going.

I haven’t told anyone the whole story yet. I don’t like to talk about it, because it scares me. I get nightmares. When I was little, I got nightmares about werewolves, or dumb things like that. Now I get nightmares about myself.