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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Klappentext Frank has gone missing in the woods and it's up to Joe to stop his brother from becoming one of the Lost. Blind Terror I was running for my life. It was so dark I could barely see two steps ahead of me. The woods were alive with nighttime sounds—insects buzzing, owls shrieking overhead, the rush of a river somewhere nearby. But the only sound I could focus on was behind me. The grizzly. It was huge. When I glanced back, the beast’s red-tinged eyes glowed at me out of the darkness. Close. Way too close. I pushed myself to run even faster. My lungs and muscles burned. “Ow!” I shouted as my elbow banged into a tree, sending fireworks of pain through my body. The bear behind me let out a terrifying roar. The sound echoed through the forest. Then something answered: AROOOOOOOO! “Wolves!” I blurted out in disbelief. No way. Like being chased by a bloodthirsty bear wasn’t bad enough? But there it was again. The bone-chilling howl. I ran faster. The wolves kept wailing, sounding closer all the time. The trail fell away before me. I skidded down a steep hill, trying not to twist an ankle. If I did, I was dead. At the bottom of the hill, I found myself at the edge of a lake. Its broad, rippled surface gleamed in the moonlight. How far away was the opposite shore? I couldn’t tell. ROAAAAAAR! The bear was almost on me. What choice did I have? I dove in and started to swim. The water was ice-cold. By the time I reached the far shore, I was shivering and exhausted. I staggered up onto dry ground, hoping I’d outrun the predators at last. SPLASH! I spun around. The bear was just lumbering out of the water! Behind it, I could see the wolf pack swimming fast to catch up. Then an otherworldly cry came from somewhere off to the left. Glancing that way, I saw a mountain lion perched on a ledge, staring down at me. “No way!” I breathed. As the big cat leaped down and bounded toward me, I spun around and started running again. My legs felt like waterlogged bags of sand. I knew I wouldn’t be able to outrun all those animals for long. But I couldn’t give up. An ATAC agent never gives up. . . . BZZZZZZ! Uh-oh. Sounded like my cell phone. I was too busy to answer at the moment, but I was pretty sure I knew who was calling. It had to be ATAC HQ. They were probably checking in to see if Joe and I had made any progress on our mission yet. BZZZZZZ ! “Joe,” I murmured, my already thudding heart skipping a beat. Where was my brother? As I ran, I searched my mind for the answer. Why didn’t I know where Joe was? Had the animals gotten him? How had I ended up here, anyway? Okay. This was weird. Why couldn’t I remember where I was or what was happening? It just didn’t make sense. . . . BZZZZZZ ! I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding. BZZZZZZ ! Whew! It had been a dream! The grizzly, the wolves, the mountain lion, the crazy chase, all of it. “Oh, man,” I murmured, my voice sounding hoarse in the darkness. It was so dark I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I reached out, feeling for my alarm clock to hit the off button. My hand hit something hard and unyielding. A wall. A concrete wall? Hmm. That was weird. BZZZZZZ ! I blinked, trying to help my eyes adjust. No dice. I still couldn’t see a thing. That was weird too. My bedroom was never completely dark even at midnight, thanks to the neighbors’ porch light. What time was it, anyway? Lifting my left arm, I was surprised not to see the familiar glow of my ATAC-issue watch. It glows in the dark unless I hit the little button to deactivat...
