Spooky Scarecrow by Addison Creek

Author:Addison Creek [Creek, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

We went dashing through the darkness. Fear flashed through me, but I wouldn’t quit. My legs pumped as I was propelled forward. We just had to get to the trap door in Jefferson Judge’s room. If we did, we could make it outside. At least, I hoped we could. Given the thick gray steam and fog chasing after us, I wasn’t so sure.

“You’re running too slowly,” said Dorian.

I looked around. At first I thought he was talking to me, then I realized that he was talking to Pep.

“Do you see how short these legs are?” she huffed. “You’d be running slowly too.”

“I have noticed your legs,” he acknowledged. It was too dark and we were in too much danger for me to be able to tell whether he was kidding.

I nearly slammed into one of the stone walls as I tried to turn a corner.

A strong hand gripped my arm, steadying me. I knew instantly that it wasn’t Grant.

When I looked back in the confusion and darkness I saw Dorian’s steel eyes blink out of the darkness.

“Which way?” he asked.

“This way,” I said.

I turned on my heel and headed for the Judge’s room. His door was closed, and no light came from underneath it. I tried handle and the door opened.

Judge had recently told me that there was no point in locking his door anymore, since he lived with a bunch of lock picks.

We hurried inside. The room smelled like books. The storm door was across the way and we rushed toward it.

Grant went first. He performed several enchantments, to no avail.

“I thought this thing would be easier to open,” he gasped.

“Let me try,” said Dorian.

He too failed to achieve a result.

There came the sound of stampeding feet from down the hall and I felt a whiff of heat against my neck. The steam that had filled the tunnels had made its way here. With it came a bunch of crazy supernaturals.

“We have to get out of here, now!” I cried.

“There’s no use for it,” said Dorian. “The enchantments on this door are impressive.”

Just then there came the sound of clanging from above our heads. One of the sides of the door fell open and a rush of cold air slammed into my face.

A crinkled old face lined with night peered down at us.

“Need a hand?” Cookie wondered.

We tumbled out of Down Below to the sight of Cookie looking her usual smug self. She was busily eating a rather large piece of cheese, just as if nothing very important was going on. Behind her the sky was black and moody, with only a handful of stout white stars visible.

The four of us ended up on our backs on the cold earth. Dorian’s eyes were on my grandmother.

“You judging my late-night snacking habits?” she demanded.

He was breathing hard and took a moment to answer. “My mother does it too,” he said at last.

Pep shoved herself onto one elbow. “Sorry, if I had known you’d be hanging out with us I would have warned you that Cookie asks everyone that question when she gets a chance.

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