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“Okay. It’s after six now,” Sami says peeking at the clock on Lora’s dash. “We should have plenty of time. But, you know what to do if he comes back early.”
Lucy nods. “We’ll flag him down for help, and then I’ll keep him busy while Gabby calls you.” Gabby shakes her cell phone at Sami.
“Good. I guess we’re ready, then?” She glances at Lora and then at me for confirmation.
“Who’s got the pills?” I ask, panicked.
Sami gasps, patting frantically at her pockets. Then she exhales, her hand resting on her breast pocket, and she closes her eyes. “I do.”
“Okay. Then, we’re ready,” I breathe.
We smile and wave as we drive away, spinning toward the lights at Mr. Stratford’s house. We strain our necks as we roll slowly past the driveway.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” Lora says as she looks for a place to pull off the road and park.
“Not too far,” Sami warns. We still have to get back and forth without being seen.” We continue down the road for some distance, and I begin to think we need to turn around.
“There!” Sami points at a cluster of Walnut trees just off the road, and Lora pulls smack into the middle of them.
We step out, stretching and preparing for the short hike to the farm.
“Here,” Sami hands us each a small flashlight. “Let’s go. Candy, put your mask on.”
She’s getting way too bossy. Still, I do as she says, wiggling it over my head again, and adjusting the eye holes so I can see.
“It stinks in here,” I grumble, wondering what the hell John and Eric did inside of it last Halloween.
Lora turns around to say something, and her face suddenly contorts in horror, and she begins to scream bloody murder. It scares the shit out of me and I scream, too, pitching the flashlight in the air, and hauling ass toward the woods.
“Shut up!” Sami yells, bending over to pick up my flashlight. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
Fuck. I rest my hand on my chest and turn around to rejoin the girls.
“I’m sorry,” Lora explains. “It was that mask!”
“Shh,” Sami sprays Lora in the face and then hands me my flashlight. “Quiet.”
“Sorry. But, she’s scary as hell. It’s creeping me out,” Lori whispers.
I giggle quietly as we sneak up behind the property, and creep to the back door. We huddle around Sami as she pulls out her lock-picking gear and starts to work on the door.
“Are you sure you can do this?” I ask skeptically.
“Well, I’m damn sure going to try,” she grumbles. “There are some things from your wild, crazy youth, you just don’t forget.”
I watch for a second and then glance around at the back of the house. On tiptoes, I head over to an open window, peering into the empty kitchen. Cracked about an inch, there’s no screen, no bars, no nothing.
“Psst,” I spit. “Over here!”
Lora creeps over to stand beside me. “Well, I’ll be damned. Sami!” She whispers loudly.
“What is it?” Sami replies irritably, hard at work on the lock.
“Here,” I roll my eyes at Lora and pry the window up all the way. “Give me a step.”
Lora leans over, creating a stirrup with her hands, and hoists me up. I change my mind half-way inside, balancing mid-way, my top half suspended over the kitchen sink, my legs kicking wildly at the air outside.
Helpful friend that she is, Lora grabs my legs and pushes. “No!” I whisper-scream. “Don’t! Ack!” I tumble inside, my head in Mr. Stratford’s sink, my legs crashing into a row of canisters on the counter.
“Shh,” I hear Lora warning outside.
I sigh as I uncurl myself and try to get my footing. Finally, I stand with my feet on the floor, dusting myself off and trying to adjust my eyes to the dark house. I dig the small flashlight out of my coveralls and click it on. The light is extremely wimpy, illuminating only a few inches in front of my feet. Okay, where’s the back door?
I hold the flashlight in front of me, my hands shaking as I make my way slowly around to the back, tiptoeing and tapping blindly against the wall with my hand. I step around the corner to the laundry room where I suspect the back door is hiding, and then it happens… I crash head-first into someone. And, for the second time tonight, I scream bloody-fucking murder.
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