The Crazy Lady of Coldwater Creek
By: Peggy Gerber

“There’s no way I’m going to trick or treat at that house,” bellowed Harper. “My mom told me the lady that lives there is as crazy as a bat.” She cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered to her two friends, “My brother said Mrs. Goodman and her dead husband’s ghost cut up children and bake them into pies.”

Zoey took a step back and shuddered, “Yeah, and my mom told me she sees crazy Mrs. Goodman walking around the neighborhood talking to herself. She said she wouldn’t be surprised if there were dead bodies buried in her basement. Everyone knows she belongs in the looney bin.”

Olivia sighed, “Well, my mom told me that Mrs. Goodman has been really lonely since her husband died and who cares if she talks to herself? She’s not hurting anybody. Sometimes my mom invites her to our house for tea. She’s really nice.” Olivia looked at her friends, “Well, I am going to knock on her door and see which one of our mothers is right. Are you coming?”

“Heck no,” said Harper.

“Not in a million years,” said Zoey.

The two girls trembled as they watched their friend stroll down the walkway. When Mrs. Goodman opened the door, Olivia waved to her friends and stepped inside the house. The heavy door slammed shut with a thud.

After a few minutes, Zoey and Harper began to fidget. “What’s taking so long?” asked Harper. Should we call the police?”

“I don’t know,” cried Zoey. “I think we should just make a run for it.”

Just as they were preparing to dart away, the door swung open, and Olivia sauntered out with a smug smile on her face. She plucked a movie theater size box of M&Ms from her trick-or-that bag and shook it in her friends’ faces. She then handed them each a prune and smirked, “Mrs. Goodman says you should give these to your mothers.”

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