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supernatural stuff. You know—vampires, werewolves…witches. That sort of thing. Was that what you and your friends liked to read?”
    â€œI read some books like that.” Mrs. Quinlan was now scrutinizing Grace’s rapidly reddening face with suspicion.
    â€œThat’s cool,” Grace replied, avoiding her gaze. “We like that stuff too. And about witches, in particular. And witchcraft. You know, spells and stuff.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œAnd sometimes we think, wouldn’t it be fun to, you know, do spells. And stuff.”
    â€œ Do spells?” the woman said.
    â€œYeah. Did you ever think it might be fun to do spells?”
    Mrs. Quinlan’s brow furrowed as she sat in silence. Grace, feeling sweat break out at the back of her neck, raised her eyes to look directly at the woman in front of her.
    â€œDid you ever do spells?” she said quietly.
    Mrs. Quinlan paused, slowly stroking the sleeping kitten in her arms.
    â€œDid I ever do spells?”
    Grace looked helplessly at the woman and nodded slowly.
    â€œWhat class was this for again?” Mrs. Quinlan looked at each of them calmly.
    â€œIt’s not for a class,” Grace said. “We need to ask if you’re a…if you’re a…a witch.”
    Mrs. Quinlan’s eyebrows shot up toward her graying hair and her mouth went into a hard line.
    â€œWell, my, my, my,” she whispered. “I’ve had some brats come to my door in the past, but none as sneaky as you all.”
    She stood up slowly, tipping the kitten onto the floor, and loomed over the girls, her eyes narrowed to slits. Her voice was low and menacing.
    â€œOut you go, now,” she said.
    â€œLet’s get out of here, Grace,” Adie whispered urgently, tugging at her friend’s sweater.
    â€œPlease, Mrs. Quinlan! We need help,” Grace said. “We don’t know who else to turn to.”
    â€œOut. Now.” The woman’s voice was still frighteningly quiet. She began to inch around the table toward them.
    â€œ Now , Grace!” Adie’s voice became frantic. “Jenny? Rachel? She’ll curse us. She’ll…”
    She stepped backward, tripping over a large tabby cat, and squealed with fright. The cat made a horrible screeching sound, catapulting Mrs. Quinlan into action.
    â€œOUT!” she screamed, grabbing Grace by the collar and dragging her toward the front door. The others followed close behind, yelling at the woman and trying to loosen her grip on Grace’s collar.
    â€œPlease!” Grace shouted desperately. “Our friend’s possessed! We don’t know how to help her…”
    â€œLittle brats!” Mrs. Quinlan shrieked, still holding fast to Grace’s collar. “Horrible little brats!”
    â€œPlease!” Grace begged again as she began to cry. “The spells are all happening. We did the Ouija board—ouch!—in school! Now something’s making all our spells happen…and…”
    Mrs. Quinlan stopped suddenly. She pulled Grace toward her and looked directly into her eyes.
    â€œWhat did you say?”
    â€œWe did the Ouija board,” Grace sobbed. “And now all our spells are working.”
    â€œWhere?” the woman snapped, showering Grace with spit. “Where did you do the Ouija board?”
    â€œIn the P block,” Grace said.
    Mrs. Quinlan dropped her suddenly and rushed back into the kitchen. The girls could hear her rummaging loudly through cupboards, swearing. Then there was a loud smack on the kitchen table.
    â€œWhere?!” she yelled again.
    â€œLet’s get out of here,” Adie said, pulling the others to the front door. “While we still can! She’s crazy !”
    â€œGet in here and show me exactly where!” the woman shouted from the kitchen.
    â€œNo,” Grace said to Adie, taking her hand and nodding to the others. “Come on, let’s go