woman, Mrs. Bast had some grip.
âYouâre my first customers,â Mrs. Bast told them. She flung apart the curtains. âI was just getting ready to open the booth when you showed up.â She grinned at the girls. âI could hear you through the curtains. I didnât want you to get away. I knew you would appreciate fine cat curios.â
A mewing sound caught Wendyâs attention. On the counter behind Mrs. Bast stood a long-haired white Persian cat. âOhh,â Wendy breathed. âIs that your cat?â
Mrs. Bast gave the cat a pat on the head. âThis is Samantha,â she said. âSheâs my assistant. She chooses what I should sell.â Mrs. Bast began bustling around the booth. âSamantha has very good taste.â
Wendy reached out and gently touched the Persianâs back. Its long white fur was as soft as a silk scarf.
âShe likes you,â Mrs. Bast commented.
âAll cats like Wendy,â Tina said.
âAnd I like all cats,â Wendy added. She scratched Samantha under the chin. The white cat began to purr. It was Wendyâs favorite sound.
Mrs. Bast rubbed her hands together. âWhat are you looking for today?â she asked. âJewelry? Photos? T-shirts? Knickknacks? Iâve got them all!â
Wendy turned her attention from Samantha to the shelves and displays in the booth. There were trays ofcat pins, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. T-shirts hung from a rack. A clothesline across the top of the booth held posters of lions, tigers, cheetahs, and panthers.
âThis is pretty,â Tina remarked. She held up a purple bracelet made of cat-shaped beads.
Wendy poked through a tray on the counter labeled âAll items $5.â A shiny object caught her eye. âTina, look!â she exclaimed. She held up a silver chain. A delicate metal charm of a black cat dangled in front of her eyes. In the center of the catâs forehead was a spidery white star.
Tina turned to see the necklace. âItâs pretty,â Tina agreed. âBut whatâs that weird white spot on its face?â
âThatâs what I like best about it,â Wendy said. She ran her finger lightly over the white mark. It was so unusual. And the cat looked so real! âIâm going to take this,â Wendy told Mrs. Bast. She held out the charm.
The old woman glanced at the trinket and gave a startled gasp. Then she scowled. âThat charm isnât for sale,â she snapped. In a quick move Mrs. Bast snatched the necklace from Wendyâs hand.
Wendy was shocked. âBut why not?â she blurted. âIt was in the tray with all the other cat charms.â
âItâs not for sale,â Mrs. Bast repeated. âAnd itâs not a cat charm. Itâs a were cat charm. That white star on its face is the mark of the werecat.â
Werecat? Wendy glanced at Tina. Tina raised her eyebrows.
âWhatâs a werecat?â Tina asked.
âHave you heard of werewolves?â Mrs. Bast demanded.
âEveryoneâs heard of werewolves,â Wendy replied. âTheyâre people who supposedly turn into wolves when the moon is full.â
âWerecats are the same,â Mrs. Bast said. âOnly they turn into cats. Very large, very wild cats. And they do it every night, whether the moon is full or not.â
Tina snorted. âBut werewolves arenât real,â she protested.
âI donât know about werewolves,â the old woman said. âBut werecats are very real indeed.â She poked her head out of the booth and glanced around. Seeming satisfied no one was listening, Mrs. Bast continued. âIâve seen them myself,â she whispered. âRight here in Shadyside. They prowl the Fear Street Woods.â
Wendy looked at Tina and they both smiled. They loved stories about Fear Street.
Everyone told stories about the creepy things that happened on Fear Street. But Wendy had been
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