Mega Sleepover 5. Louis Catt

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      Frankie said it didn’t matter. “We can pretend that’s where the victim tried to pull the knife out of his back,” she said.

      It looked wonderfully ghoulish.

      We put a few more drops on the bushes, but there wasn’t much mixture left to do anything else.

      “We ought to make a body, and half-hide it under the bushes,” I said.

      Frankie nodded. “Or we could just leave half a body!”

      You can see why Frankie’s my very best friend. She likes blood and gore as much as I do!

      After we’d finished the blood trail we took both boxes round the back of the house and dumped them in the bin. Quite a lot of the melted ice cream dribbled out on the way, but there wasn’t anything we could do about it. We couldn’t get back into the house to fetch any buckets of water or anything like that. If anyone said anything, it was all Molly’s fault.

      As we wandered back to the front door Mum came walking up the path with some strange woman beside her – our new neighbour!

      “This is our house,” Mum was saying. “It’s—” And then she saw us. Her jaw did the thunking open thing mine’s been doing for days, but the woman screamed. She really did! And she clutched at my mum!

      Mum is made of steel. She put her jaw back in place, and glared at me. “Is this your idea of a Friday 13th joke?” she began. “Just look at the state you’re both in!”

      She was right. Frankie and I did look rather gruesome. I suppose the beetroot mixture had got all over us while we were laying our trail.

      “Mum,” I said. “Mum, it really and truly isn’t our fault – we got locked out and Molly wouldn’t let us back in!”

      By the time we’d finished explaining what had happened, Mum was steaming mad with Molly, just as we’d hoped.

      “That’s it!” she said. “There’s no way that young lady’s going out tonight. She’s grounded!”

      Frankie and I gasped. That wasn’t part of the plan. Mum couldn’t do that – not tonight!

      But she did. Even though I begged her not to. Even though Frankie begged her not to. We pleaded. We said it was all our fault. But it was no use. The new neighbour didn’t help, either. She kept going on about how dangerous it was, us two little girlies being outside with a manic burglar tramping round the area. That made up Mum’s mind. Molly was not going anywhere that night.

      Frankie and I made faces at each other as we tipped soapy water over the front steps.

      “If only the door hadn’t shut,” I said. “That was so unlucky.”

      Frankie nodded. “Friday 13th,” she said. “Bad luck day!”

      And it was only just beginning…

      Mum realised how unfair it was that Molly being grounded had ruined our plans for the sleepover, so to make it up to us she said we could have the sleepover in Emma’s room – as long as we promised to be careful and not spoil anything.

      But thanks to Molly the Monster we were only just getting ready to make our scary noises tape when Rosie arrived. We didn’t hear her, of course, because of the doorbell not working and Emma’s room being at the back of the house, so Molly came and told us Rosie had arrived. No, she wasn’t being nice to us. She was just being a creep because Mum had been so angry with her.

      We both charged past Molly and rushed downstairs to see Rosie. Her bowl of spaghetti was super mega gross! It was a sort of horrible grey colour, and the currants looked exactly like dead flies… or even worse! We shoved it in the fridge, and dragged Rosie upstairs to help with the tape.

      Emma has this totally fabulous stereo with a proper microphone and two tape decks, so we made one tape and then added more and more horrible noises on top. And we weren’t spoiling anything that belonged to Emma: I was using all my own tapes. We were just borrowing her equipment.

      Rosie whispered into the microphone, and Frankie did her best ever ghostly wails. I squeaked the door and moaned and groaned. Then we discovered that if we went a bit further away we could make it sound more echoey, so we opened the door and Rosie and I went down the stairs to make hollow footsteps.

      Frankie waited until we were in position, and then switched on the microphone. As we stamped up the stairs she stamped down, making the most creepy ghastly chuckles. We were really enjoying ourselves, and Rosie was doing one final hideous cackle when—

      Bang! Molly came storming out of her room.

      “Can’t you kids shut up?” she screeched. “You don’t need to play your silly games on the stairs! It’s bad enough having you shrieking and yelling in poor Emma’s room!”

      Of course the microphone recorded it all. We didn’t bother answering her – we flew back to turn the microphone off, and then we slammed Emma’s door.

      “Doom and Disaster!” I said.

      “Let’s play it back,” Frankie suggested. “Maybe Molly sounds like a hideous awful witch.”

      Rosie and I giggled, and we rewound the tape and pressed Play.

      It was the most fantastical ghoulish tape ever – until Molly came on. She did sound dreadful. But not much like a witch.

      “Shall we tape over it?” Rosie asked.

      “No – let’s leave it!” I said. “We’ll tell Lyndz and Fliss we’ve got the only recording ever made of a horrible monster!”

      We were in the kitchen making the green slime when Fliss and Lyndz arrived. Fliss knocked so politely we didn’t hear her, but Lyndz gave the letter box a real hammering.

      “Great!” I said when we were all in the kitchen. “The Sleepover Club’s in action again! And we’ve got some real surprises for you… especially in the garden!”

      Fliss was looking anxious already. She kept peering over her shoulder and jumping at the slightest noise, and now she gave a little squeak. “My mum says we’re all to stay indoors,” she said. “She says you don’t know who might be watching the house to see if it’s a good moment to get in.”

      I caught Frankie’s eye, and we both burst out laughing.

      Fliss went very pink. “It’s nothing to laugh about,” she said.

      “No,” I said, “it’s not that – we’re laughing because Frankie and I spent hours outside today trying to get in and we couldn’t! This house has СКАЧАТЬ