She’s drop-dead gorgeous. But one of the guys she’s met online might be a stone-cold killer. A chilling game of lies, secrets, and manipulation awaits in R. L. Stine’s dark, sexy thriller—now an MTV original series starring Victoria Justice.   Lindy Sampson is a beautiful twenty-three-year-old New Yorker with an unusual problem: She’s too beautiful, and guys are intimidated by her. Her roommate suggests Internet dating and writes a personal ad for Lindy, calling her “Eye Candy.” The responses pour in. Suddenly, Lindy is dating four guys at once—and having the time of her life. Until she gets a terrifying note that warns: “Don’t say no, Lindy. Keep going out with me. I’ll mess you up if you ever say no.”   Which one of her admirers is a deadly freak? Lindy is now forced to say yes to everything the four men ask of her—dates, invitations to spend the night, anything . From the East Village to the Hamptons, panic and paranoia shadow her every move. Lindy suspects everyone, even the one person she thought she could trust. But Lindy Sampson doesn’t know the half of it—and what she doesn’t know could kill her. Lindy Sampson is a twenty-three-year-old New Yorker with a problem: She s too beautiful. Guys are intimidated by her. Her roommate suggests Internet dating and writes a Personal ad for Lindy, calling her Eye Candy. The responses pour in. Suddenly, Lindy is dating four guys at once and having the time of her life. Until she gets a terrifying note that warns: Don t say no, Lindy. Keep going out with me. I ll mess you up if you ever say no. Which one of her admirers is a deadly freak? Lindy is now forced to say yes to everything the four men ask of her dates, invitations to spend the night, anything . From the East Village to the Hamptons, panic and paranoia shadow her every move. Lindy suspects everyone, even the one person she thought she could trust. But Lindy Sampson doesn t know the half of it and what she doesn t know could kill her. . . . Lindy Sampson is a twenty-three-year-old New Yorker with a problem: She's "too beautiful. Guys are intimidated by her. Her roommate suggests Internet dating and writes a Personal ad for Lindy, calling her "Eye Candy." The responses pour in. Suddenly, Lindy is dating four guys at once-and having the time of her life. Until she gets a terrifying note that warns: ""Don't say no, Lindy. Keep going out with me. I'll mess you up if you ever say no." Which one of her admirers is a deadly freak? Lindy is now forced to say yes to everything the four men ask of her-dates, invitations to spend the night, "anything. From the East Village to the Hamptons, panic and paranoia shadow her every move. Lindy suspects everyone, even the one person she thought she could trust. But Lindy Sampson doesn't know the half of it- and what she doesn't know could kill her. . . . R. L. Stine has written more than two hundred thrillers and horror novels for children, teenagers, and adults. His Goosebumps series is recognized by Guinness World Records as the bestselling book series in history—and has sold more than 350 million copies. His work has been translated into twenty-eight languages. R. L. lives in New York City with his wife, Jane, and his dog, Minnie. 1   I don’t like the way you’re looking at me,” she said.   I lowered my cup of coffee. I kept my eyes on her. “Like how?”   “Like that. Sort of . . . intense.”   I smiled. “I’m an intense sort of guy, Alesha.”   She spun her cup between her hands, returning my stare. “What do you do, anyway?”   “This and that. Actually, I’m a Web site developer. You know. The tech side.”   No point in telling her the truth at this point.   She had coffeecake crumbs on her bottom lip. I wanted to lick them off. She had a nice, full mouth. I liked her eyes, too. Gray-green with yellow flecks, like sunshine.   She licked her lips clean. “Did you work on the dating Web site? You know. The one where we met?”   I shook my head. “Not that one. But I worked on some others. Consulting, mostly.”   Consulting sounds like hot shit.   I could see her thinking, “He must be pretty successful. ” She narrowed her eyes, trying to decide how much I make.   She had a pretty face, with those great eyes and that pouty, full mouth. I’d seen her as soon as I walked into Starbucks, and I’d hoped she was Alesha.   Please—not the one with the ring in her nose, I’d thought. I can’t stand that. It makes my whole face hurt to think about it. And when I talk to someone with a pierced tongue, it takes all my willpower not to heave my lunch.   When Alesha turned out to be the pretty one, I almost cheered. I’ve done a lot of these Internet dating hookups, and so far I’ve been pretty lucky. No Kennel Club members, if you know what I mean.   “What are you thinking about?” Alesha’s voice broke into my thoughts.   I pushed my finger through a tiny puddle of water on the table. “How about some dinner?”   She tilted her head, as if she had to c