Bury Me Deep
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Jean is on her way to Hawaii for a week of fun in the sun. But the vacation gets off to a gruesome start. The boy sitting next to her on the plane suddenly chokes and dies. Jean tries to push the incident out of her mind when she arrives on the island, but it’s impossible. Part of the reason is because Mike keeps coming back to her in her dreams. Horrible dreams filled with cold blood.
Two of Jean’s friends are waiting for her in Hawaii—Mandy and Michele. They have already made friends with two young men who teach scuba diving at the hotel—Dave and Johnny. Jean and Johnny quickly become friends. But there are problems in paradise. Dave and Johnny have recently lost a partner in the ocean. No one knows how he died. No one can find his body. But then Jean finds Mike’s body. It isn't where it's supposed to be, and it seems as if it's still got some life in it.
Christopher Pike
CHRISTOPHER PIKE is a bestselling and popular author of over forty teen thrillers, such as the Remember Me and Chain Letter series. He is also the author of the Alosha Trilogy and Thirst No. 1, a New York Times bestseller.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Christopher Pike (like R.L. Stine) is one of those authors I steered clear of when I was in the target age demographic for their stuff because I thought they would scare the bejesus out of me (I was probably right--I was a sensitive kid, and I have never particularly like to be scared). I heard this book mentioned somewhere lately and had a "I think I'm brave enough to try some of that" moment. I loved it. It's just enough this side of horror not to scare me now, and I loved the intrigue and the slightly improbable plot populated by teenagers that are both too young and too old to be believably their stated ages. This book also knows a lot about scuba diving and put that on the page in a way that was fascinating. I may check out some more of Pike's books when I'm in the mood for something thriller-ish but want the read to be quick and not super likely to actually freak me out.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5So this is a ghost story I read in middle school and decided to reread on a whim before shipping it off for swapping. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would- a lot of the teen ghost stories I read in middle school did not stand up to rereading. One thing that I definitely remembered from reading this book the first time which has stuck with me are the vivid descriptions of scuba diving. It really made me want to scuba dive. That's still not possible with my ears (perforated ear drum on one side), but snorkeling has been an exciting alternative. So I'm glad I re-read it.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5This was the first Christopher Pike book that I read. I picked it up when I was about nine years old, on vacation, while the adults were doing something in the other room. I needed something to read, and this was on the bookshelf. For some reason, after that, I became a huge Christopher Pike fan. I have no idea why, because this book scared the daylights out of me, especially the parts about rotting corpses and people getting the Bends. I devoured all of his other stuff, reading the ones I liked over and over again, but I was always afraid to reread this one. Just look at the cover! A HAND is coming out of a GRAVE! It's going to get me aaaaah!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This was my first book from Christopher Pike. I know it's probably not the best of all his wonderful books, but it's the most memorable because it started me on the journey of the wonder of reading his books, so it will always be one of my favourites. Aside from the fact that it's my first Pike book, it's also a really great book! Pike makes you think things differently. He thinks differently, he is one of the most original writers I've ever read, nothing predictable, nothing cliche. I just wish he'll write faster than I can read him. LOL!
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Bury Me Deep - Christopher Pike
CHAPTER
ONE
Trans Island flight one-oh-one to Maui,
the speakers in the airport lounge called out. Please board now.
That’s me, Jean Fiscal thought. That’s my plane.
She was going to Hawaii for spring vacation, and it was totally awesome. As she stood up to board the jet, Jean gulped down the remainder of her Coke and danish. Paradise was waiting. She grabbed her carry-on bag and purse—checking for the tenth time that she had her ticket—and hurried to the gate. She had never been to Hawaii before. She had been born and raised in Los Angeles and had never even been out of California.
How long till we take off?
Jean asked the burly flight attendant as he checked her boarding pass. He glanced at her, amused by her excitement.
Sometimes they roll you out onto the runway and leave you there for hours,
he said.
Jean laughed. You’re a lousy advertisement for your company.
You don’t know how right you are. I’ve never even been on a plane.
Are you kidding?
He shook his head. I’ve worked here fifteen years and seen too many of them crash on takeoff.
Jean gave him a knowing nod. I guess the smell of the burned bodies gets to you after a while.
He finally laughed. Yeah, that’s it exactly.
He handed her back half the boarding pass. You have a nice safe trip. Have fun while you’re at it.
Thanks. I’m already having fun.
Passengers were backed up in a small knot at the door leading to the plane. This was no business flight. Dress was casual. Half the people had on Hawaiian shirts. They were all chatting about the things they were going to do on the islands. Jean remembered the guidebook she had bought the previous week. She’d have to finish reading it on the plane. It was presently six in the morning. The flight was five hours long, but because of the time change, she’d land in Maui as early as nine. She wasn’t even going to lose half a day traveling.
But that’s hardly a bargain. I’ve already lost two days of my vacation.
It was Monday. Her two friends, Mandy Bart and Michele Kala, had left for Hawaii on Saturday, two days earlier. She was supposed to have flown with them, but her chemistry teacher stopped her. Friday, in the middle of a major acid-base reaction exam, her mom had called the school to have her go home. Apparently their dog—her name was Spotty, and she was a snow white retriever without a spot on her—was in the middle of delivering a half-dozen puppies. Jean hadn’t known what to think. She was fond of Spotty but thought her mom was overreacting and treating Spotty like the obedient daughter she had never had. Anyway, she told her mom to call the paramedics. Her mom was not amused and ordered her to get home that instant to help her or else she would never forgive her.
So Jean drove home. When she got there, twenty minutes later, Spotty was the proud mother of seven puppies and doing just fine, thank you. Her mom was so relieved she gave Jean a huge hug. Back at school, thirty minutes after that, Jean was told by her chemistry teacher to come in on Sunday afternoon—and only Sunday afternoon—to make up her exam. He had plans that couldn’t be changed. The alternative was to take a big F on the test. The teacher wasn’t totally unconcerned about trips to Hawaii and six-month-old plans, but his life was more important than Jean’s. Since Jean was a conscientious student and planned on going to college to major in something that would make her a ton of money, she agreed to the conditions without any violent threats. Barely.
Her teacher really wasn’t a complete jerk about the situation, though. He had a doctor friend write her a note explaining to the airline that her sinuses had been too clogged to fly the previous Saturday. With the note Jean had been able to change her flight to Monday morning without paying extra. This was important to Jean because she was traveling on a tight budget. She had earned the money for the trip all by herself, working as a survey girl at the local mall. The pay fit the job—both were lousy.
Hi! My name’s Jean Fiscal! May I ask you a few questions? Thank you so much! Do you eat Jell-O? Do you like strawberry or lime? How much money does your household take in in a year? Does your husband like Jell-O? What flavor? Grape? Oh, no, it’s different from your favorite! How long have you two been married?
It was amazing how many people she spoke to actually considered each question carefully before responding.
At last the crowd at the door thinned out enough, and Jean went inside. The cabin was warm, hot even. She began to perspire, and she only had on baggy green shorts and a white cotton blouse. Her seat was 37A. She asked a smartly dressed middle-aged flight attendant named Patricia where it was.
In the back on the right,
Patricia said.
Is that by the window?
Jean asked.
Yes,
the flight attendant replied, stowing what looked like a golf bag in an overhead compartment with a door that was threatening to fall down and bite off her right arm. Have you flown before?
No.
Jean frowned. Does it show?
No,
Patricia said. It was just an educated guess. Please take a seat as soon as possible. You’re blocking the aisle.
It shows. I’ve got to stop smiling. I’ve got to be cool.
Jean found her seat and stowed her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her. She wanted easy access to it because she had brought—besides her tourist guide—a number of other books to read. She was currently into big trashy Hollywood novels. She told herself that she read the books because everyone else did, and she wanted to be able to discuss them in social situations. Actually, she just liked the dirty parts. She had an idea that she would no longer enjoy reading about sex after she had done it. So she wanted to gather as much written information beforehand. Mandy and Michele said there were boys in Hawaii, lots of boys.
I’m not going to do it, though, no matter what he looks like. I’m not a tramp. Then I’d have to read my chemistry textbook on the flight home.
Jean might not have wanted to lose her virginity in Hawaii, but she wanted to come close. She longed for romance. Oh, she’d had boyfriends—two of them to be exact. Ted Deeds had been the first. They’d met two years ago, when she was sixteen and he was twenty. He’d been an older, experienced man. He was so experienced that on their first date he confided in her that he wanted to enter the seminary and become a priest. She should have known he was a losing cause right away. A priest, for Godsakes! She had to wait two months and eight dates before they made out, and then she just knew the whole time they were kissing that he was thinking about what his penance would be when he went to confession the next day. It ruined the whole experience for her.
Then there was Bob Falst, dear confused Bob. On the surface he appeared to be a normal warm-blooded American boy. He was eighteen and horny, and he looked pretty good, too. She met him in her doctor’s office. She was there with a bad case of something the doctor never diagnosed, but which shortly went away. Bob was there because—she was to learn this much later—he was a hypochondriac.
Bob liked to make out. They made out in his car a dozen times. But about half those times she hurt him. She didn’t mean to. She wasn’t sure how she did it, or when, or even exactly what she did to him. But by God he would suddenly be in tremendous pain, and he would let her know it was her fault. Bob was a paranoid hypochondriac. They could be in his car kissing passionately and he would lean slightly forward and herniate two disks in his neck. Just like that. He had the physiology of a scarecrow, and her embrace was like a blue torch across his straw guts. She never went all the way with Bob. She figured he would need a brain transplant if he had real sex.
So that was her love life—pathetic. Her demands were very reasonable at this point. She just wanted to meet a guy who hadn’t heard the voice of God and who didn’t spend his nights counting the germs in his bedroom. She figured Hawaii would be the place.
At last the plane was ready to take off. As they taxied away from the terminal, Jean was pleased that the seat beside her was still unoccupied. She had been up late the night before packing and was hoping to take a nap during the flight, which would be easier without close company. The empty seat appeared to be one of the few on the plane. In fact, as far as she could tell, it was the only one.
The runway wasn’t crowded. They only had to wait a couple of minutes before they were in position to take off. As Jean buckled up, she gazed excitedly out the window. The jet engines began to whine and then roar as they pushed the giant plane forward. The feeling of speed was exhilarating. Jean felt herself being pushed back in her seat as they tore down the runway. Then, all at once, they were in the air, and it was like magic that something so big could fly with the birds. The hotels and other buildings surrounding the airport shrunk beneath them. Within seconds they were out over the ocean.
Then both the ground and the ocean vanished. L.A. was covered with overcast that morning. They were in the air less than fifteen seconds when they entered a gray cloud. Up and up they climbed, and the featureless gray remained. Jean began to feel cheated. It was her first flight, after all. She decided it was good she hadn’t had to pay extra for a window seat.
But she was still happy. She watched attentively—she appeared to be the only one doing it—as the flight attendants demonstrated what to do in case of emergency. She paid attention to all of the captain’s announcements, particularly the one that said they would probably arrive twenty minutes early. Another twenty minutes of vacation! She knew she was going to be sick at heart when she boarded the plane late next Sunday to return home, and even sicker when she woke up for school the following morning.
The flight attendants came by—Patricia was taking Jean’s aisle—and offered everyone a beverage. Jean requested bottled water. She was a cola freak but knew the caffeine would keep her awake. Now that the excitement of takeoff had worn off, and she knew the clouds were going to stay for a while, her fatigue hit her. Lunch and the movie weren’t scheduled until the second half of the flight. If she was going to sleep, she decided, now would be the time. Fetching a pillow and blanket from the overhead compartment, she curled up in a ball in the seat, her forehead resting on the window. She was out in a minute.
CHAPTER
TWO
She awoke with the feeling that someone was sitting beside her. The person in question hadn’t touched her in any way or spoken to her, but she knew—even before she opened her eyes—that someone was there. She felt something else, too, in that moment—a chill. It was slight. It passed over her body like a wisp of autumn fog and was gone almost before she recognized it as having been there.
She turned her head slightly and was looking at Mike.
He appeared to be about her age, eighteen, and his hair color was similar to hers, light brown. But there the resemblance ended. Jean was tan—she went to the beach often—and had classic California good looks. Her smile was absurdly bright. Her dad had never given her a penny of allowance while she was growing up, but he had sent her to an expensive orthodontist. Her hair was very shiny, and she wore it long, straight down her back. Both Ted and Bob had commented on the softness of her brown eyes. Apparently, she looked sweet even when she was about to explode in anger, which she did only when someone tried to take advantage of her. She was nobody’s fool, except perhaps when it came to boys, who, of course, she could never get to take advantage of her.
The fellow sitting beside her didn’t have typical good looks, but she didn’t hold that against him. She preferred interesting-looking guys, and he certainly was different. There was a gentleness in the lines of his face, an innocence. He had a frail build and carried himself carefully. He looked as if he had seen little of the outside world. His pale skin shone even in the poor light coming through the cloud-clad windows.
Hi,
Jean said.
He jumped slightly when she spoke, as if he were unaware that she was there. His eyes were light brown, creased at the edges with faint sad lines. He glanced quickly over at her.
Hello,
he said.
Jean smiled. Where did you come from?
Her question appeared to confuse him. I was sitting here.
Have you been sitting there awhile?
He hesitated. Yes.
Have I been asleep a long time?
she asked. Her watch seemed to have stopped.
Yes.
Jean yawned. I don’t mind you sitting here.
She gestured to the small movie screen off to their right. We’ll have a good view of the movie. Do you know what it’s going to be?
No.
I hope it’s one I haven’t seen. I go to practically every movie. I work at a mall. They have ten theaters there. I sneak into them all the time. Do you go to the movies much?
Never,
he said.
Really? Where are you from? Is that a southern accent I hear?
He relaxed and smiled, and even though his eyes remained sad, his smile was warm. I’m from Hoker, Alabama. It’s a small town, back in the hills. There isn’t a movie theater there.
Wow. What do you do for entertainment?
I go for long walks in the hills. I bring my rifle with me.
Do you go hunting?
Yes.
Do you shoot animals and eat them?
He nodded. Raccoons mainly. They taste good cooked over an open fire.
He added, I never shoot anything I don’t eat.
Oh, I think that’s fine—hunting for food, I mean. It’s just that I never met anyone who did it before.
She chuckled. Around my neighborhood we have grocery stores.
We have a grocery store in Hoker. But it’s a poor area. The store is small, and we can’t always buy everything we need.
You sound like real survivors to me. I admire that.
She offered her hand. My name’s Jean Fiscal. What’s yours?
He shook her hand, his grip feeble. Mike. Mike Clyde.
Pleased to meet you, Mike. Are you traveling alone?
Yes.
So am I. Isn’t this great? Going to Hawaii, I mean? I’ve been looking forward to it for months. How about you?
He frowned. What?
Are you excited about going to Hawaii?
He thought a moment. Yes. I’ve been looking forward to it for a very long time.
"I’m glad we’re going to Maui instead of Oahu. I’ve heard it’s real crowded in Honolulu. Are