peeled away. The bare wood underneath was splintered and rotted. A rickety porch ran all the way around the house. I stared up at the windows. Dark, grimy windows behind crumbling, crooked shutters. I turned and gazed across the street. Nothing there but a vacant lot with a huge hole in the ground. It looked as if someone had started to build a house and then gave up. Who could blame them? Who would want to live across the street from Mrs. Murder? I turned back to Mrs. Marderâs house. Her yard was filled with cats. Cats everywhere. All black. Black cats snoozing on the porch railing. Crouching on the windowsills. Stalking through the weedy grass. âMaxâs house is right behind Mrs. Marderâs,â Frankie whispered. âFollow me on three. One . . . two . . . three!â He opened the creaky front gate and dashed around the side of her house. Well, that settled that. Louisa, Jeff, and I sprinted after Frankie. As I rounded the house, something caught my eye. Mrs. Marder! Standing on the porch. She held a stick in her bony hands. No, a broom! A green bandanna that was tied around her head only partly covered her coarse gray hair. I could see the deep wrinkles in her skinâand the evil glow in her dark green eyes. âYou rotten kids!â she screeched, shaking her broom at us. I ran on. Past a wheelbarrow full of soil. Past an old stone birdbath with a face carved into its base. No. Not a face. A skull! A skull with hollow, staring eyes and a mouth opened wide in a silent scream! âCome back here!â Mrs. Marder shrieked. I ran fasterâand tripped over a cat. It hissedâarching its back and baring its teeth. I fell on top of a tray of little flowerpots. Sent them shattering to the ground. âMy herbs!â Mrs. Marder shrieked. âYouâve ruined them! Youâve destroyed them all!â My heart pounded as I scrambled to my feet. Mrs. Marder pointed a bony finger at me. âYou will pay!â All the black cats gathered around her. They arched their backs. And hissed at me. Hissed horribly. âIâll make you pay!â she yelled. I dove behind a clump of bushes at the back of the yardâand found Louisa, Jeff, and Frankie hiding there. âWow! Brittany broke a few flowerpots, but Mrs. Marder went ballistic!â Frankie shook his head in disbelief. âDid you hear her?â âSheâs going inside now,â Jeff said. âCome on. Letâs go.â âNot yet.â Frankie darted out from the bushes. He ran for the wheelbarrow and kicked it over. Dark soil spilled out into the weeds. The back door swung open. Mrs. Marder burst outside. She raised her broom high in the air. She shook it angrily. âYouâll pay for this!â she screamed. âIâll make you pay! Iâll make all of you pay!â
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W e ran from Mrs. Marderâs yard as fast as we could. I could hardly breathe by the time we got to Maxâs front door. âYouâll pay! Youâll all pay!â Mrs. Marderâs shrieks rang in my ears. My legs began to tremble. My hand shook too as I rang Maxâs doorbell. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I checked my watch. Oh, great. We ran through that horrible womanâs yardâand we were late anyway. I peered up at Maxâs house. It was a one-story brick house with freshly painted white shutters. Neat little bushes surrounded it. What a prettyhouse, I thoughtâthe opposite of Mrs. Marderâs scary house. A pretty blond woman answered the door. âHi!â she greeted us. âIâm Mrs. Davidson, Maxâs mom.â Mrs. Davidson had cheerful green eyes and a nice smile. Her long blond hair was held loosely in a silver clip. She wore an apple-green top, leggings, and high-top sneakers. Very cool. She held the door open and we stepped inside. âIâm Louisa Wong,â Louisa said first. âJeff de