full of scary, fun things. Ashley made a sign that said: âENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.â We hung it up over the door flap. Then we turned on the black light inside the skeleton dude. It made the sheets glow like those iridescent fish that live at the bottom of the ocean. When we dimmed the living-room lights, our little haunted house looked like it was a floating alien spaceship. Or at least, thatâs what it looked like to us.
âMcKelty is going to be scared out of his mind,â I said.
âThatâs if everything works right,â Frankie said. âDonât forget, Zip, itâs never been tested.â
âWe should have some kids test it out before McKelty gets here,â Ashley said.
âThereâs not much time for that now,â I said. âWho lives close?â
âHeather Payne lives on 78th Street and West End Avenue,â Frankie said.
Ashley and I both shot him a look that said âSince When Are You Hanging Out with Heather Payne, the Girl Who Cries if She Doesnât Get an A-Plus on Every Extra-Credit Project She Does?â (Which, by the way, is all of them.)
Frankie could read our minds, because he added quickly, âHey, donât even go there, guys. We did a science project together. Thatâs all. Remember, we created an earthworm farm?â
âRight. I remember now.â I snickered. âThe Biggle Wiggle Worm Wigwam.â
Ashley and I both cracked up. Frankie wasnât so amused.
âListen, man, the name was her idea,â he said. âI wanted to call it something cool like the Worm Crib. But she flat out refused.â
âWell, since you and Heather are such close personal Biggle Wiggle Worm Wigwam buddies, why donât you call her and tell her to come here as soon as possible?â I suggested.
âDonât say I never did anything for you, Zip,â Frankie said, getting up and heading toward the kitchen.
âAnd Luke Whitman lives around the corner on Amsterdam Avenue!â I shouted out. âWhile youâre at it, call him, too.â
âEeww, heâs so gross,â Ashley moaned. âThe other day, I saw him take a used piece of American cheese out of the trash, smell it, and then eat it.â
Frankie disappeared into the kitchen to use the phone.
âDo you think two kids are enough to test everything out?â I asked Ashley.
âIt better be,â she said. âItâs what we have.â
At exactly six-fifty-three, the front door flew open. I was hoping it was Heather or Luke, but no, it was just my mom.
âI didnât miss any of the trick-or-treaters yet, did I?â she said, flinging off her jacket with the big, green pickle embroidered on the back. She had those jackets made last year as a holiday present for all the people who work at the Crunchy Pickle. âI made a special batch of prune taffy to give out tonight.â
âWow, Mrs. Z.,â Frankie said. âDonât let that out or every kid on the Upper West Side will be lined up around the block.â
âDo you really think so?â my mom asked.
âPrune taffy. The name alone has my mouth watering,â Ashley said.
âI knew itâd be a crowd-pleaser,â my mom said. She just doesnât get it that not everyone is as thrilled with prunes as she is. âAnd I wrapped each one individually in cellophane with a little orange-and-black ribbon. Donât they look sweet?â
I was waiting for her to notice the living room. It took her a minute, I guess because her head was still in her prune-taffy ribbons, but when she finally looked around, her eyes almost fell out of her head.
âHank, where did you put our living room?â
âIt doesnât exist any longer, Mom. You have entered the chamber of horrors.â
âThatâs my bedspread,â she said, pointing to the wall we had made for the haunted house.
âYour bedspread had the honor of being
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