was filled with rats, and the floors were rotting to pieces. I could see myself crashing through the floor, landing in the cellar. I shuddered as I saw my legs snap like toothpicks against the hard concrete. Nobody went near the Morgan house. Even the adults didnât like to walk past it. Most of them sort of whispered the name when they mentioned it at all. It was like a rule in our townâdonât talk about the Morgan house.
I donât know the story. Itâs hard to know the story when nobody will tell it. But I knew it was a bad place. Ahead, I watched Jay. The leather of his jacket flexed as he walked, a deep black patch in the dim light from the streetlamps at the bottom of the hill.
We were almost at the top. The wind gained force, stealing the heat from my body and making me shiver. I tried to tell myself that it was only the cold that made me tremble. Jay pulled up his collar. âLeather,â he said. âNothing like it.â
I hoped he wouldnât start on that. There was one area where Jay drove me crazy. Heâd talk about leather and how great it was and how wonderful it felt. âIt breathes,â heâd say, stroking his sleeve. âKeeps you warm without getting too hot. Feels great. Thereâs nothing like it.â I just couldnât get excited about it, but I certainly wasnât going to point that out to Jay.
I looked up. We were there. The house, dark, silent, and shut tight, towered above us. Loose shingles jutted from the roof. Most of the windows were broken. All the ones I could see were covered with boards from the inside. I wished the house would collapse before we went in. I hoped it wouldnât collapse after we went in.
Jay hopped the low fence, then looked back at me and grinned. âComing?â
I crawled over the fence, but I felt like Iâd left my stomach on the sidewalk behind me. It almost felt like Iâd left my spine there, too, but I managed to follow Jay up the steps to the porch.
âLocked,â Jay said as he rattled the knob.
âGuess we canât get in,â I said, turning back toward the street. I hadnât even reached the edge of the porch when the sound of a crash ripped through the night, hitting me like a jolt of electricity. I spun back toward Jay.
He was standing half inside the doorway. Heâd rammed the old wood of the door with his shoulder. Jay bowed and swept his hand forward. âShall we?â
âSure.â That word didnât seem to want to leave my throat. I walked into a world that reeked of
dust and mildew. I had to fight to keep from coughing.
There was a click. A beam of light splashed through the dark. Jay had brought a flashlight. âLetâs explore,â he said, walking deeper into the place I didnât want to be.
I followed him into a large room directly beyond the front door. Not wanting to stare into the blind darkness at our sides, I tried to keep my eyes focused on the wedge of floor that was carved by Jayâs light. There wasnât as much dust on the floor as I expected. At the edges of the light, I could see heavier layers of dust on the furniture.
We went deeperâthrough another room and along a short hall that led to a stairway. But Jay didnât go up. Instead, he walked to a door in the wall beneath the stairs. Jay opened the door and leaned inside.
âBoo!â
I jumped a mile. Jay laughed. âDown we go,â he said. He headed into the cellar.
I really wanted to leave. I wanted to breathe air that wasnât heavy with dust. I wanted to stand beneath an open sky. But the rooms behind me were dark and Jay had the light.
The steps groaned beneath my feet. I knew weâd end up in a dusty rat-filled basementâa damp hole that would swallow the two of us.
âWhoa, look at this,â Jay said, swinging the beam slowly across from wall to wall.
I froze on the steps.
The place was neat and clean. But that
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