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The Gran Reaper. “Nasty old thing it is – always cutting down my washing line.” She finished her knitting with a flourish. “There!”
    I felt a familiar jerk as the rope, now repaired, dragged me towards my outer self. I allowed myself to be pulled back into my body where I suddenly felt a rush of heat. I was back!
    “It worked!” exclaimed Resus.
    I grinned in relief and gave the old woman a big hug. “Thank you!”
    “AAAYYYOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
    The banshee’s wail brought us all back down to earth again. “Favel sounds in more pain than ever,” said Cleo. “We’d better get back to her.”
    And so, waving goodbye to The Gran Reaper, we raced back across the central square to the waiting patient.

Chapter Nine

    Dr Skully clamped his spare pair of pliers around Favel’s infected tooth and pulled. It had taken us less than twenty minutes to follow Samuel Skipstone’s instructions and mix the Calm Balm. Then, with the hissing anaesthetic bubbling away in a bowl, we had hurried next door where the skeleton had smeared it all over Favel’s gums.
    The tooth came out with a pop!
    Cautiously, the banshee sat up in bed and touched at the spot in her mouth that had been causing her so much pain. It was amazing; if anyone else had been given the Calm Balm they’d be asleep for weeks, but Favel looked as bright as a button. “That feels so much better!” she sighed.
    “WHAT?!”
    Favel grinned at her gran. “I SAID, IT FEELS BETTER!” she screeched.
    We took our hands from our ears and smiled. “Did you catch the infection in time?” Cleo asked Dr Skully.
    The teacher nodded. “I think so,” he said, dropping the offending tooth into a nearby bin. “Young Favel certainly isn’t showing any of the symptoms of toxic poisoning.”
    I peered into the bin at the discarded tooth. “Don’t you want to keep that?” I asked Favel. “You could put it under your pillow for the tooth fairy…”
    Resus quickly put his hand over my mouth. “Quiet!” he hissed. “We don’t want her back again!”
    Luke laughed. “We’ll tell you all about it later,” he said.
    Then I heard a familiar voice coming from outside the room. “Hello? What’s going on here?”
    I spun round to find my parents and little sister standing in the doorway to the banshee’s bedroom. “Mum! Dad! Susie!” I cried, rushing over to them.
    “We woke up in a strange room,” said my mum, perplexed. “And we found a note saying you’d be next door.”
    “Is he a real skeleton?” said Susie, pointing at Dr Skully.
    “I most certainly am,” replied the teacher, bowing slightly. “And I’m most delighted to make your acquaintance, young lady.”
    Susie giggled. “He talks funny!”
    “Come on,” I said to my parents. “Let’s go back to our house for a cup of tea and I’ll explain everything.”
    “Our house?’ asked my Dad.
    I paused to wink at Luke, Resus and Cleo. “Trust me,” I said. “You’re going to love it in Scream Street!”



Tommy Donbavand was born and brought up in Liverpool and has worked at numerous jobs, including clown (called Wobblebottom!), actor, drama teacher, theatre director and pantomime producer.
    As a writer, Tommy has penned articles for magazines such as
Junior Education
and
Creative Steps
and written dozens of stage plays, including
Hey Diddle Diddle
and
Humpty Dumpty and the Incredibly Daring Rescue of the Alien Princess in Deep Space
. He then turned his hand to children’s books, and in addition to
Scream Street
he has written five adventures in the
Too Ghoul for School
series, several books of boredom-busting games and activities for children, and three short novels:
Zombie!
,
Wolf
and
The Uniform
, the last of which won the 2011 Hackney Short Novel Award.
    Tommy has loved writing the popular
Scream Street
series, the thirteenth and final instalment of which you now hold in your hands. He hopes that his next series will be as much fun to write – and to read! Watch this