A series of events of plot points that causes the reader to feel anxious are used to build __________.

A technique called ______________ gives the reader a clue about what will happen later in the story.

A _____________________ is a story device that leaves the reader wondering what will happen next.

For the passage, determine which story device is being used.Carlos laughed when he thought about how scared he was in the haunted house at the carnival last year.  HE had no way of knowing he was about to face a fright that wasn't meant to be fun.

For the passage, determine which story device is being used
.  Cassie poised at the end of the diving board, ready to plunge into the water.  Suddenly, she was five years old again, standing on the edge of a dock and falling backward, unable to control her fall, and unable to swim.

Lee approached the teacher's desk.  He held his forged note in his hand.  If she believed his mother had writtin it, he would get another day to finish his book report.  If she didn't believe it, he would probably end up in detention.  The teacher studied the note and finally looked up.  She sighed and began to speak.

Suddenly, Timothy noticed that all the birds had stopped singing.  The air was very still, and not a single branch moved on a single tree.  He looked up at the sky.  In the distance, he saw a funnel cloud forming.  He thought he might have about ten minutes to get home before getting caught in the tornado.  He began to run, his feet pounding on the pavement.  He could hear the wind begin to howl behind him.  Finally, he dove through the front door of his house and tumbled down the stairs.

The family gathered around the television to watch the lottery drawing.  The TV announcer drew the first number and said, "6."  Mom yelled, "Six! We have six!" The announcer drew the second number, "10." Mom yelled again, "Yes! We have ten!"  The announcer said, "And the final number is...." Suddenly the TV went black and the room plunged into darkness. "The last number! What is the last number?" exclaimed Mom.

As the old men watched the boys playing baseball in the vacant lot, he thought back to his own boyhood and the friends he's had in his home town.  They'd cleared debris and stray bushes from a lot and built their own baseball diamond, complete with an elevated pitcher's mound.  The old man remembered the feeling of standing on that mound, exchanging signals with the catchers, and winding up to throw a pitch.

Shelly felt relieved.  She had finally finished her homework, completed her chores, and written a long-overdue thank you note to her grandmother.  Her relief wouldn't last for long, though.  Her mother knocked on the bedroom door and walked in.

Cathy skipped down the stairs.  Her mother sat in the kitchen, wringing her hands.  "I don't know about this," said her mother. "Mom," said Cathy, "It's just a party.  What's the worst thing that could happen?"  Her mother sighed, " Just be home before midnight.

Joyce watched the clock.  The minute hand seemed frozen over the ten.  The slow tick tock seemed to promise that time was moving forward, but Joyce had no sense of it.  All she knew was that she had to wait until 8:00.

The driver swerved to avoid that oncoming truck and crashed through the railing.  Far below, beneath the bridge, the swimmers watched as the driver dove out of the window and the car began to teeter.  As the swimmers scrambled toward the shore, they watched the car slip closer and closer to the edge and heard the scream of metal.  Someone called "Run!" and everyone fled without looking back to see if the car had fallen.

The crowd gathered before the large stage, waiting for the president to make what he promised would be a very important announcement.  The start time of the president's speech was 5:00, yet it was 6:30 and there was still no sign of the leader.  Throughout the crowd, people whispered to one another, "what can it be?"

When the alarm clock sounded, Amy leaned over to turn it off and got up to start her day.  She had no idea it would be one of the most memorable days of her life.

Linda heard a scratching at the door.  As she walked through the kitchen to the living room, the scratching seemed to get louder.  She assumed it was the cat, who might have snuck out, but she saw Snowball fast asleep on the corner of the couch.  The scratching became more insistent and urgent.  Linda rushed to the door and swung it open, expecting to see someone horrible or frightening.  It was a branch, blown by the wind, and scratching against the door.

As the car rumbled down the dirt road toward the lake cabin, Kim was transported back to last summer.  She remembered the hard work it took to get the cabin in shape for another summer at the lake. "We have to work before we can play," her mother had reminded her.

Finally, the day had arrived.  Mary was turning 13. She had helped her mother plan the most exciting party ever, complete with entertainment, dancing, and exciting gifts for all of her guests.  While her thirteenth birthday would be one Mary would never forget, it wasn't for the reasons she thought that morning.

Visiting the restaurant always reminded Lorna of her grandparents.  She remembered the first time she'd come here with them.  Her grandfather had ordered a hamburger, and her grandmother, a vegetarian, had fretted over whether or not there was meat in her chili.  Lorne had been embarrassed, staring at the menu while Grandma and Grandpa asked question after question about the menu.