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Tags: Fiction, Horror, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, supernatural, Horror Tales, Ghost Stories, Horror & Ghost Stories, Haunted Houses, Ghosts, Friendship, Body; Mind & Spirit, Horror stories
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handed him a bomb. “How should I know, Max? I don’t keep track of her jewelry.”
I glanced around the room in a panic. What should I do? Morgo had definitely been here. Did Morgo find the pendants in Phoebe's room? Or did Phoebe take them to school with her? I had to find out.
“Does she have a cell phone?” I asked Mr. Mullin. “I really have to talk to her.”
He stood tensely, newspaper in one hand, frowning at me. “No. No cell phone.” He pointed to the front door. “Maybe you could come back, Max. Why don’t you come back later? I’m going to pick her up in an hour.”
“Pick her up?” I cried. “Have you
looked
at your car?”
“My car? What about my car?”
I guess he hadn’t looked out the front window.
No way
did I want to stay around andexplain. “Sorry to bother you,” I said, and I took off.
I had to run to school and hope to get to Phoebe in time. The melted blue car in the Mullins’ driveway made my stomach churn.
I’d never run so much in my life.My legs ached—everything ached—and my cold, wet clothes stuck to my skin.
Slipping and sliding, I turned onto Powell Avenue and continued to jog. Finally, the school came into view.
At the top of the flagpole, the flag flapped hard in the wind. Jefferson Elementary is a kind of old-fashioned-looking three-story brick building.
Snow clung to the roof, and long, fat icicles dripped down from the gutters. Someone had tossed snowballs at the front wall, which was dotted with circles of snow.
I took a deep breath, started to run up the front walk—and stopped.
I stared at the narrow path beside the front walk. A trail of melted snow. The snow had melted completely away, and the green grass showed.
Melted snow … and the path led right to the front door of the school.
Morgo was here!
Oh no. Poor Phoebe.
I pulled open the front door and slipped inside. My legs trembled as I made my way down the long hall to the auditorium. My mouth suddenly felt so dry, I couldn’t swallow. I could barely breathe.
Morgo was here. Morgo got here first.
I turned the corner and stopped. Oh no … oh no. Heaped on the floor at the end of the hall—a dark melted puddle.
Phoebe?
22
I FROZE.
I stared down the hall at the dark mound spread over the floor. I started to shiver and I couldn’t stop.
Finally, gritting my teeth, I forced myself to move. I staggered down the hall. Trembling, I stepped close to the puddle.
“Phoebe?” The name burst from my lips.
But no. The dark heap came into focus. A coat. Someone's winter coat tossed onto the floor.
I opened my mouth and started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. I felt so relieved.
But I cut my celebration short. Mr. Morgo was here. Phoebe was in major danger.
I stepped around the coat and pushed open the doors to the auditorium. I heard voices on the stage.
As I made my way down the aisle, I saw Mrs. Manola, the drama teacher. She was talking to a bunch of kids in a circle around her. They all stood in front of a painted backdrop of big-city skyscrapers.
My eyes followed the circle, and I saw Phoebe near the front. She wore a baggy blue sweater over dark straight-legged jeans.
Running to the stage, I opened my mouth to call to her. But two kids suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my path.
Nicky and Tara!
“What are
you
doing here?” I cried.
Mrs. Manola turned and looked down from the stage. “We’re rehearsing a play, Max,” she said.
The kids all turned and stared at me.
“Maxie, we need to talk to you,” Tara said, pulling my parka sleeve.
“You shouldn’t be here!” I told her.
The kids onstage laughed. Mrs. Manola narrowed her eyes at me. “We shouldn’t be? Well, what are
you
doing here, Max?”
“We’re going to Doom House,” Tara said.
“Don’t go there!” I said.
The kids laughed again.
Mrs. Manola walked to the edge of the stage and peered down at me. “I have to ask you to leave, Max.”
I turned to Nicky and Tara. “Can’t you see I’m
I glanced around the room in a panic. What should I do? Morgo had definitely been here. Did Morgo find the pendants in Phoebe's room? Or did Phoebe take them to school with her? I had to find out.
“Does she have a cell phone?” I asked Mr. Mullin. “I really have to talk to her.”
He stood tensely, newspaper in one hand, frowning at me. “No. No cell phone.” He pointed to the front door. “Maybe you could come back, Max. Why don’t you come back later? I’m going to pick her up in an hour.”
“Pick her up?” I cried. “Have you
looked
at your car?”
“My car? What about my car?”
I guess he hadn’t looked out the front window.
No way
did I want to stay around andexplain. “Sorry to bother you,” I said, and I took off.
I had to run to school and hope to get to Phoebe in time. The melted blue car in the Mullins’ driveway made my stomach churn.
I’d never run so much in my life.My legs ached—everything ached—and my cold, wet clothes stuck to my skin.
Slipping and sliding, I turned onto Powell Avenue and continued to jog. Finally, the school came into view.
At the top of the flagpole, the flag flapped hard in the wind. Jefferson Elementary is a kind of old-fashioned-looking three-story brick building.
Snow clung to the roof, and long, fat icicles dripped down from the gutters. Someone had tossed snowballs at the front wall, which was dotted with circles of snow.
I took a deep breath, started to run up the front walk—and stopped.
I stared at the narrow path beside the front walk. A trail of melted snow. The snow had melted completely away, and the green grass showed.
Melted snow … and the path led right to the front door of the school.
Morgo was here!
Oh no. Poor Phoebe.
I pulled open the front door and slipped inside. My legs trembled as I made my way down the long hall to the auditorium. My mouth suddenly felt so dry, I couldn’t swallow. I could barely breathe.
Morgo was here. Morgo got here first.
I turned the corner and stopped. Oh no … oh no. Heaped on the floor at the end of the hall—a dark melted puddle.
Phoebe?
22
I FROZE.
I stared down the hall at the dark mound spread over the floor. I started to shiver and I couldn’t stop.
Finally, gritting my teeth, I forced myself to move. I staggered down the hall. Trembling, I stepped close to the puddle.
“Phoebe?” The name burst from my lips.
But no. The dark heap came into focus. A coat. Someone's winter coat tossed onto the floor.
I opened my mouth and started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. I felt so relieved.
But I cut my celebration short. Mr. Morgo was here. Phoebe was in major danger.
I stepped around the coat and pushed open the doors to the auditorium. I heard voices on the stage.
As I made my way down the aisle, I saw Mrs. Manola, the drama teacher. She was talking to a bunch of kids in a circle around her. They all stood in front of a painted backdrop of big-city skyscrapers.
My eyes followed the circle, and I saw Phoebe near the front. She wore a baggy blue sweater over dark straight-legged jeans.
Running to the stage, I opened my mouth to call to her. But two kids suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my path.
Nicky and Tara!
“What are
you
doing here?” I cried.
Mrs. Manola turned and looked down from the stage. “We’re rehearsing a play, Max,” she said.
The kids all turned and stared at me.
“Maxie, we need to talk to you,” Tara said, pulling my parka sleeve.
“You shouldn’t be here!” I told her.
The kids onstage laughed. Mrs. Manola narrowed her eyes at me. “We shouldn’t be? Well, what are
you
doing here, Max?”
“We’re going to Doom House,” Tara said.
“Don’t go there!” I said.
The kids laughed again.
Mrs. Manola walked to the edge of the stage and peered down at me. “I have to ask you to leave, Max.”
I turned to Nicky and Tara. “Can’t you see I’m
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