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place on fire,” he says, talking so fast he loses his breath.
    “And where’d he go?” you ask, looking around to make sure you’re not going to be attacked.
    “Into the woods. I called the cops, and I called Dad too. They’re on their way.”
    “Move over. I’ll drive,” you tell him.
    The strange noises and mysterious happenings were concerning, but this threat is real and it’s dangerous.
    You start up the Jeep and make your way back to the main road.
    “Call your mother and tell her you’re okay.”
    “She probably knows. I told Dad   —”
    “If she doesn’t, then you’ll be the first to tell her. It’s better she knows you’re okay than to give her a scare.”
    You’re passing the soccer field when you jam on the brake. The Jeep skids to a stop, and both of you are caught by your seat belts.
    In front of you is a tall figure wearing camo, his face painted black. He’s got a backpack over his shoulder that’s bulging with stuff. He stands for a moment before raising a hand toward his face.
    “John Luke, get down,” you shout as you do the same.
    Then you hear something. Something familiar.
    A duck call.
    The guy in front of you is blowing a duck call.
    That’s a Duck Commander Mallard Drake call.
    The man bolts across the soccer field and into the woods beyond. He’s going too fast for you to chase him.
    You’re about to call the cops again when you see the flashing lights of police cars and fire engines racing toward you.

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LOUISIANA CHAINSAW MASSACRE

    SURE, YOU HEARD what sounded like a tree falling down in the middle of the night. But that tree will still be there in the morning, and the woods will be a lot less creepy then. You decide to go back to sleep and tell John Luke to do the same.
    Better to simply be safe.
    Better to simply be careful.
    Of course, great men and women in history haven’t become great by playing it simple and safe and careful, have they?
    This time, a part of you simply says, “Oh, well.”
    But “Oh, well” isn’t gonna cut it (no pun intended) when you’re awakened again by the sound of a chainsaw.
    A chainsaw that happens to be right outside your cabin door .
    You jerk up and hit your head on the frame of the bunk above you. The chainsaw is roaring, and you realize that it’s not just outside your cabin door.
    It’s cutting into the door.
    Doing the simple and safe thing suddenly makes you feel really stupid.
    “John Luke, get up!”
    Not that you actually have to tell him. He’s already jumping around the cabin and generally freaking out.
    You think about informing him that there’s a chainsaw chewing through the cabin door, but you assume he sorta knows this.
    You grab him by the shoulders. “Is there a back door to this place?” you shout.
    “Yeah,” he yells above the weeeeerrrrrrrweeeerrrrrr .
    “Where is it?”
    “It’s the door! In the back.”
    That’s absolutely not helpful.
    “You go and I’ll follow,” you tell him.
    The chainsaw is destroying the door. Whoever’s doing this might as well kick the door in at this point. But the chainsaw just keeps grinding away.
    John Luke takes you into the bathroom and through another door leading out of the cabin. You both run full speed for the shelter of the trees. The chainsaw is still running, but it soon sounds distant. Your escape isn’t complete yet, though.
    “Where should we go?” John Luke asks under his breath.
    “Where are your car keys?”
    “In my jeans,” he says.
    You look down and see he’s wearing his pajama shorts.
    “What about your cell phone?”
    “In my jeans.”
    You sigh and nod. You might normally ask him where he keeps his brain, but now’s not the time to be funny. You can be funny when people are opening presents or eating cake or sipping coffee or watching TV, but it’s definitely not a good time when someone’s