I am not rating this, to even admit I read these? I am so ashamed. My mom let me read them because she thought YA Horror was better than the stuff I was reading. I was 12?? Was she insane? I remember finding number three at a gas station at the way down to Portland. I loved the covers so much. All the beautiful foil and the peekaboo windows. I coveted them. IN FACT had to buy new copies because I read them so much and they held a prominent place on my bookshelves... so.. ya.. OMG And you all wonder why I am this screwed up?