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sleeping bags and pillows and a Nature Channel documentary to watch before bed!”
    A Nature Channel documentary… that was so Sam. I would have laughed if Cassie hadn’t been staring at me with those huge brown eyes of hers. She looked so serious. I hoped she wasn’t going to ruin Sam’s fun.
    â€œLet’s take everything to my room,” Sam said as she and Riley headed into the house, each carrying two suitcases plus a backpack.
    I hefted the trunk by one handle while Cassie took the other. The leather straps cut into my hands. “What’s in here?” I asked. “A dead body?”
    â€œNo,” Cassie said, but didn’t react to my joke.
    â€œDid the cab driver complain the trunk weighted down his car?” I asked with a smile, trying again.
    â€œNo,” Cassie said simply.
    â€œWas—” I gave up my questions. She’d only say “no” anyway.
    We moved slowly, step by step, into the house. Crossing through the living room, I stepped toward the stairs leading up to Sam’s room.
    â€œNo,” Cassie suddenly blurted.
    â€œI didn’t ask anything,” I told her, wiggling my hands around a little. My fingers were getting numb.
    â€œI knew you were going to ask about going upstairs,” she told me. “The answer is no. The trunk goes in the basement.”
    There was nothing in the basement. Just storage and spiders.
    I opened my mouth to tell her that, but she shot me a look that clearly said “Don’t ask. Don’t argue.” So I clamped my lips shut.
    Very slowly, we hauled that trunk through the narrow basement door and down the steep stairs.
    â€œOver there.” Cassie instructed me to set it in a far corner under a dimly glowing lightbulb swinging on a wire. I was very careful so I didn’t get yelled at like the cab driver.
    â€œWhew,” I breathed when I stood up. Things were off to a strange start. I was anxious to get to Sam’s room and let the fun begin.
    Without waiting or asking about my rough red hands, Cassie walked past me to the stairs. When she reached the landing, she flicked off that lightbulb. I distinctly heard her say, “I don’t know why you came this weekend. It’s going to be hard enough to keep Sam from finding out. I need you to leave. As. Soon. As. Possible.” And then, more quietly, “Before it gets too dangerous.”
    With that warning, she shut the door before I was even out of the dank basement, leaving me alone.
    I wasn’t usually afraid of the dark, but there was something terrifying about being left in it after being lectured about how you weren’t wanted. I put my hands out to feel the side walls, and I stepped cautiously up each step. Every time a floorboard creaked, I shivered. That familiar feeling was back again. Dread with a touch of fear settled in my stomach.
    I’d seen enough horror movies and read enough scary stories to know this was only the beginning.

Chapter Six
    I walked into Sam’s room to find that Sam had already handed out schedules for the weekend. They were on computer-printed stationery that had the image of the moon across the top.
    One of the things Sam loved about science was the order and predictability of it all. Her room was so organized I never wanted to touch anything. Colors were grouped, books sorted by author’s last name, and everything was in its place.
    Her schedule was highlighted. The times marked in yellow. Activities in blue.
    She was sitting with the cousins on the floor, reviewing the pages.
    It was as if nothing strange had happened.
    I wanted to ask Cassie what she had been talking about in the basement, but the way she was acting made me wonder if I’d imagined it. She was happily chatting with Sam about dinner plans.
    I stood in the doorway until Sam noticed me there.
    â€œWhat took you so long?” Sam asked, as if I’d been gone for hours.
    There was no good answer for