Chapter 8I shuffled out of the room and headed down the hall.
Bam! Boom!
When I reached the front door, I opened the curtain and stared onto the porch. I couldn’t see anything. I flipped on the porch light for extra safety.
The wind thrashed at the screen door, and I noticed Mrs. Linderman’s germanium pot laying on the porch, broken to bits, shards of clay, dirt, and flowers scattered about.
I stared across the street and noticed children running door to door, trick or treating with their parents.
The coast was clear.
I unlocked the door, sliding the chain lock to the side and turning the doorknob. I stepped out onto the porch and reached for the screen door, the merciless wind snagging my bangs and striking me in the face. I picked up what I could of the broken pieces of the clay po
