What Scares You the Most? Read Free Page B

“Yes!”
    He turned to them, his eyes wide. “Where is the boat radio? Here. I brought batteries.”
    April groaned. “I left it in the cabin.”
    She took off, running to her cabin. It was suddenly very still out. No breeze at all. Not a leaf quivered on the palm trees at the edge of the forest.
    Halfway to the cabin, she stopped.
    Her skin prickled. Why did she have the feeling someone was watching her?
    â€œMarlin?”
    She gazed into the trees. No. No one there.
    Shaking off the strange feeling, she ran to the cabin, picked up the radio, and carried it to Kristen and Anthony.
    Anthony slid the batteries into the back. The three of them huddled around as he turned the power switch. The radio crackled to life.
    â€œWe’re outta here!” Anthony declared. “We’ll contact someone on the main island. We’ll explain what’s happening. And they’ll be here in minutes.”
    He grinned at the two girls. “What’s the first thing you’re going to eat when we get to some food?”
    â€œPizza!” Both April and Kristen answered at once. They burst out laughing.
    Then all three of them turned back to the radio. Anthony handed April the microphone. Slowly, he began turning the dial, searching for a frequency.
    â€œWhat should I say?” April asked. “Should I say mayday or something, like in the movies?”
    â€œJust say hello,” Kristen answered.
    â€œYeah. Keep saying hello until someone answers,” Anthony said.
    April stared at the crackling radio. The microphone trembled in her hand.
    She raised the mike to her mouth. “Hello? Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?”
    The radio whistled. The sound rose and fell as Anthony turned the dial.
    â€œHello? Hello?” April realized she was shouting into the microphone. “Hello? Anyone? Please?”
    All three of them snapped to attention when they heard a voice.
    A woman’s voice. Very distant. Almost buried in the crackling static.
    â€œHello?” April called to the woman. “Hello? Can you hear me?”
    April struggled to hear. But the woman’s voice disappeared behind the static.
    â€œHello? Can you hear me?” April turned to Anthony. “Can you turn the volume up?”
    Anthony shook his head. “I’ve got it cranked up as high as it will go.”
    And then the static faded. April and the others could hear the woman clearly. Her voice lifted and fell.
    â€œShe’s singing!” Kristen exclaimed.
    Yes.
    The woman was singing in a low, throaty voice.
    Singing a slow, sad song in a foreign language April didn’t recognize.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” April cried, staring at the radio speaker. And then she froze.
    She recognized the voice.
    She had heard that voice—here on the island.
    A chill spread over the back of her neck. “It…it’s the same woman,” April murmured.
    Anthony’s mouth dropped open.
    Kristen turned to her. “Excuse me?”
    â€œIt’s the singing I heard before,” April said. “The same song, the same strange words.”
    They listened to the song, so slow and sad. No music. Just a woman singing alone.
    Kristen shuddered. “Change the frequency—quick,” she told Anthony.
    April didn’t wait for him. She grabbed the dial and turned it.
    They heard static again.
    And then the woman returned, singing in her low, throaty voice.
    April gave the dial a hard turn. “Hello? Hello?” she called into the microphone.
    The whistling and static faded. And the woman was back again.
    â€œNo!” April cried.
    She turned the dial.
    The woman was still there, singing her strange, sad song.
    â€œPlease!” April cried, feeling herself lose control. “Please—get off! Stop! Stop singing!”
    Another frequency. The woman was there too.
    Another.
    The woman continued her song.
    â€œStop it! Stop it!” April