7. The House of Orson Eerie

THE HOUSE OF ORSON EERIE 7 "I can't believe we're doing this," Antonio whispered. "We're going into the house of Zombie Orson Eerie..." "Antonio, now we know Jasper is not a zombie!" Lucy said. "He's just Orson Eerie's great-great-grandson!" "His zombie grandson," Antonio muttered.

The friends climbed over the fence. Glancing up at the house, Sam saw that the windows were all dark. "This way," Sam whispered. The back door of the house was red, but the paint was chipping. Sam gently took hold of the door handle. He began to turn the knob, but it came off in his hand. It was like the door had rotted away to nothing. Sam swallowed and pushed the door open.

Antonio pinched his nose. "This house smells like a damp basement." Sam glanced back at his friends. He could tell they didn't want to go any farther. He didn't either. But they had to learn the truth. Slowly, Sam tiptoed inside. His friends followed. Darkness filled the big house. It felt like something horrible might leap from the shadows at any moment. An old radio hissed soft static. The friends crept ahead. A large, curved staircase led upstairs. Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but—

BOOM! BOOM! BA-BLAM! "Something just exploded!" Antonio said. "It came from upstairs!" Lucy added. Sam's eyes darted to the top of the staircase. "Come on!"