straightened some books on a shelf and then fluffed the pillow on Delia's bed.
Fear Island was a small, uninhabited island, covered with pine trees, in the center of the lake behind the Fear Street Woods. Even though it was a perfect spot for picnics and camping, and only a few minutes' boat ride across the lake, few people ventured there because of the dreadful stories about it.
Some said that strange animal mutations, hideous, dangerous creatures that didn't exist anywhere else, roamed the woods. Others said the island was infected with poisonous snakes. And there were stories that the island had been used long ago as an Indian burial ground, and that ghosts walked the woods at night, seeking revenge for their fate.
Delia didn't really believe any of the stories. She II was sure they
