Kate was in the kitchen trying to plant the Gremlin’s Tongue flower when she heard the baby start crying again. Rolling her eyes, she whispered to the bright purple plant, “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait. Someone else wants to be more important than you right now.” She went into the hallway and called up the stairs, “Caroline… please! The sooner you take your nap, the sooner my headache goes away.”

The child’s screams echoed down the stairwell, and Kate looked at her watch. Thank goodness-only a half hour until Mrs. James was due back from her meeting. If the baby was sick, Mrs. James would know what to do, and Kate could simply go home. Still, half an hour is a long time to listen to such screaming, she thought as she made her way back up the stairs. Caroline was probably just hungry.

The wet wind slapped leaves against the window at the top of the stairs.

Kate could hear Caroline screaming from behind the closed door. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” said Kate. She swung the door open, and immediately the crying stopped. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” But the only answer was the storm outside. Kate approached the crib. The blankets were wrapped up in a tangled mess.

Oh no, she’s strangled herself, Kate worried as she rushed to the bed and struggled to untie the blankets. When she pulled the sheets away from the mattress, she gasped. The baby was gone.

“ You were just crying,” she said, looking around the bedroom. “Where did you crawl to?” When she didn’t see Caroline anywhere, Kate leaned against the railing, hanging her head in frustration.

Something brushed her legs. Startled, Kate leapt away from the crib. “Caroline!” she said, quickly crouching so she could peer underneath the spindly metal frame. “How did you get under there?” But when she looked, there was nothing under the bed except for a few dust bunnies.

Before she could turn around, the bedroom door slammed shut. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor toward the stairs.

“ That child!” Kate whispered to herself, running toward the door and yanking it open. “Caroline, you are gonna be in so much-” Kate’s voice died in her throat.

Down the hall at the top of the stairs a small figure stood, but it was not Caroline. It was about a foot tall and looked human, but its expression was purely animal. The creature was scrawny, naked, and covered in greasy green hair. Its catlike yellow eyes stared at her, and as Kate stared back, it began to emit a quiet growling sound.

When Kate screamed, it raised its claws at her and opened its mouth, revealing pointy brown canine teeth. Then it came at her. Kate didn’t even have a chance to close the bedroom door before it-

“You’ve got to eat something, Eddie,” said Dad, from across the kitchen table. “We Fennicks men have a tendency to stay skinny.”

Eddie was jerked out of the fifth chapter of The Curse of the Gremlin’s Tongue-one of his favorites.

“Sorry,” said Eddie, looking up. “What?”

“You haven’t touched your macaroni,” said Mom. “I spent a good two minutes heating it up in the microwave. The least you could do is pretend to like it.” She laughed heartily at herself, then blew her nose into her napkin. “Seriously, Edgar, put that book down until after dinner.”

Eddie reluctantly closed the book and slid it away from his plate. He pushed his chair against the wall near the refrigerator. A stained-glass lamp hung over the table and cast colorful shadows across the floor.

“Haven’t you read it already?” asked Dad.

“Four times,” said Eddie.

“Can I borrow it when you’re done?” said Mom, getting up and rinsing her dish in the sink. “I really enjoyed the first one you lent me. In fact, I started writing a spooky story-the one I was thinking about at the beginning of the month.”

“That’s great,” said Eddie. “I can’t wait to read it.”

“Speaking of spooky stories, did you ever figure out that weird book we found at the Black Hood Antiques Fair?” said Dad.

“Not yet. But I have a feeling I’m getting closer to an answer.” Eddie cleared his throat. He didn’t want to tell them everything he had learned about Nathaniel Olmstead, especially since he and Harris had trespassed onto his estate. If they knew how much trouble Eddie had almost gotten himself into at the Nameless Lake, his parents might have asked for the book back. “Me and my friend Harris are working on it together.”

Mom closed the dishwasher door and leaned against it so it clicked shut. “That’s so nice. Harris seems like a smart boy, doesn’t he, honey?” she said, glancing at her husband across the table. Dad smiled and nodded. Before she sat down again, Mom threw her hands into the air. “Darn it! I forgot to serve the spinach!”

Eddie grabbed his plate and his book. Standing up, he quickly said, “I’ll eat this in my room, okay?” Eddie hated spinach.

Mom looked like she was going to say no, until Dad grabbed his plate and stood up too. “And I’ll finish this in the den.” He didn’t like spinach either.

Later that night, a dream brought Eddie back to the edge of the clearing in the Nameless Woods. The statue of the girl was staring at him from across the circle. He could almost hear a voice calling to him, but he couldn’t make out whose voice it was or what she was saying. In the forest behind him, moonlight broke through the trees, sprinkling the small creeping plants with glints of silver, but in the clearing, it shone brilliantly, lighting the statue like a fluorescent bulb. She held out her book, as if she wanted to share it with him. As he stared at her, she glowed even brighter. Her white stone became translucent, and from deep inside the stone, a brilliant blue fire began to flicker. Her eyes darkened. Something moved among the trees directly behind her, and Eddie took a step backward. A horrible stench filled his nose and made him dizzy. He turned to run, but something leapt up from the ground and tripped him. Rolling through the brush to get out of its way, Eddie came face to face with a mouthful of sharp canine teeth.

Screaming, Eddie jolted himself awake. He lay in bed for several seconds, then checked himself to make sure he was not still dreaming. His forehead was clammy, and he felt sick. Moments later, his father peeked his head through the door.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

Eddie tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. “Uh-huh. Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Nah,” said Dad. “I was reading. Mom is up late too, scribbling away into her notebook. She’s been doing that lots lately.”

His father went to the bathroom to get Eddie a glass of water. When he came back, he noticed the book sitting on Eddie’s bedside table. On the cover of The Curse of the Gremlin’s Tongue, a bright purple flower glowed poisonously. Dad flipped the book facedown and turned off the light. “All those scary stories you two have been reading probably don’t help.”

Eddie knew his father was wrong; the scary stories were the one thing that would help.