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above the hedge. Pearl stood by the porch, her purple sash catching the light from inside the house.
    Amy stepped silently from behind the car. She held a bucket in her hands.
    All at once it hit me.
    They weren’t going to write a message. They really were going to dump their buckets of bubbling ooze on Caroline! Just the way I had imagined it!
    The dark feeling inside my brain totally cleared.
    They can’t do that, I thought. What if the bubbling ooze does something horrible to her? I don’t want to hurt her.
    I leaped out from my hiding place to cry, “Stop!”
    But before I could say it—
    Splat!

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    S lime flew through the air from three different directions. It hit Caroline dead-on.
    Green goo dripped from her head. Her arms. Her favorite blue T-shirt.
    I was glad I couldn’t see her face. I knew she must be furious. And scared.
    â€œRun!” Amy yelled.
    I pounded away from Caroline’s house as fast as my feet would carry me. The rest of the Camp Fear Girls were right behind me. They laughed loudly as they ran.
    I put my head down and pumped my legs furiously. I had to get away fast—before Caroline saw me! If she did, she’d never, ever speak to me again!
    We clattered across Mill Bridge. When I glanced up again, we were back at the house on Fear Street.
    I climbed the rickety porch stairs. Then I bent over to catch my breath.
    I felt terrible. That prank was supposed to be fun, but it wasn’t. I felt like a total jerk.
    I wanted to say something about it. To tell the girls I didn’t really like Prank Night—and I never wanted to do it again. But Pearl didn’t give me the chance.
    â€œHurry and join the troop in the living room,” Pearl ordered, adjusting her purple sash. “It’s time to bring tonight’s meeting to a close.”
    The twelve girls waited in a circle, in silence. They clasped each other’s hands.
    Then Pearl started to sing in a low, spooky voice.
    â€œThirteen girls went off to camp.
    The woods were dark, the ground was damp.”
    The other girls joined in.
    â€œThirteen families dressed in black.
    Thirteen girls who never came back.”
    The hair on the back of my neck stood up. They were singing about that camp-out a hundred years ago! Creepy! They ended the song with a warning.
    â€œSo if you camp in the Fear Street Woods,
    Thirteen girls will get you good!”
    Finally, everyone unclasped their hands. And the meeting was over.
    I sighed with relief.
    What a totally weird experience!
    Amy didn’t walk with me back toward Waynesbridge. She said she was spending the night in Shadyside—at Trudy’s. I had to go back down Fear Street by myself again. At ten o’clock at night.
    I reached the bridge in record time. I began to jog across it—and was suddenly blinded by headlights.
    The van! It stopped right in front of me. The same weird lady sat behind the wheel.
    She didn’t look at me. But she gestured with her thumb to the backseat. “Get in,” she ordered.
    I hesitated.
    â€œDidn’t you hear me?” the old woman barked. “I said, get in.”
    I climbed into the backseat and slid the door shut. We rumbled across Mill Bridge.
    I didn’t even try to talk to the driver this time. I just wanted to go home and get into bed. I needed time to think about the Camp Fear Girls.
    After what happened, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be a part of their troop anymore. Sure, I liked scary things. But maybe these girls were too scary. Too weird. Too mean.
    When the van dropped me in front of my house, I leaped out and raced inside. Home!
    My parents sat on the couch, watching the latenews in the living room. They watched me turn the dead bolt and slip the chain lock in place.
    Dad raised his eyebrows. “Locking the monsters out for the night, Lizzy?” he asked.
    â€œUh—yeah. You could say that,” I answered.
    â€œHow was the meeting?” Mom