You’re currently catching part of the Choose Your Own Blogventure: Spooktacular storyline. Start at the beginning here so it all makes sense.

This part of the story continues on from Definitely RA.

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The book. The trunk.

It was just like the movie!

Here I am, not even able to watch a silly scary movie and now it’s being reenacted right in my own neighborhood. No, that’s crazy, thought Kate, it’s just a old trunk.

But why is the book there?

Julie’s words burst in on her thoughts. “KATE! Are you even listening to me?! Let’s just run to the door.”

“I was just thinking,” said Kate hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt. “Okay, we both know that this is the best and spookiest house, so let’s just save it for last. It will be the best stop with the best candy to round out our awesome night”.

Thankfully, Julie agreed and didn’t notice that I was spooked. Hopefully, it would be time for curfew before we got a chance to hit the haunted library.

Trying to push the dumb old props from her mind, she shouted, “first one to the end of the block, gets all the Snickers!”  as she darted off.

And so they continued on, hitting up all the houses for candy, getting compliments on their costumes and seeing friends. The trunk and Haunted Happenings in New England were the last thing on Kate’s mind.

Until they reached the old Martinez house.

The house was on the market for the longest time until it was finally snatched up by an old woman. No one knew her name. She didn’t talk to anyone and never answered the door. (Not even for Kate’s mom who thought herself the neighborhood welcoming committee and felt quite snubbed and made sure everyone knew. But that is a whole other story.) But every evening, you could see her through the window rocking back in forth in her rocking chair.

But today something was different. The porch light was on and the second Julie and Kate started to walk past, the door opened.

“You there. Come here.”, said a scratchy voice, “I have something.”

The girls looked at each other unsure if they should walk up the steps.

“Let’s just do it. Then I can finally tell my mom she talked to someone, you know how she can be”, whispered Kate.

Julie giggled at the thought of Kate’s mother ranting and raving about how unfriendly the new neighbor was and agreed.

The walked up the creaky steps and there she was. A tiny wisp of a woman, stark white hair in a pale yellow dressing robe.

Julie pipped up, “Hi! I’m Julie and this is Ka—”

She was cut off by the woman dropping something in each of their pillowcases and slammed the door on them.

“RUDE!” shouted Julie as she was digging around in her now almost full pillowcase. She pulled out an apple. “Really?! An apple? Who does that?!”

Kate rooted around in her bag when she felt something hard and metal. It kind of felt like a — no, it couldn’t be.

The old woman had dropped a key in her bag.

An ancient iron key.

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