The Great Tree House War
here‟s slithery things crawling around in my sleeping bag! Lots of them!” Kevin
screamed. He tore frantically at the jammed zipper on his bedroll trying toescape.
“C‟mon you guys! Help me out of here!” he yelled. His three friends were
doubled over with laughter watching him struggle.It had been a wild night. Freddie and his friends, Ernie, Kevin, and Crazy Willy had
camped out in Freddie‟s tree house. No one had slept a wink. They were all having too much
Ernie grabbed his Polaroid camera. “Smile, Kevin old boy!” he shouted over thelaughter, popping off a flash. “I‟m going to call this one „Kevin Meets the Creature from theDepths‟.”
With one good yank, Kevin freed himself from the ripped sleeping bag and cautiouslyreached down into its dark depths. His hand settled on something cold and slimy.
“Ugghhh, gross!” he uttered, slowing drawing it out into the light to examine it. “Wetspaghetti! Real funny!” He threw it at his friends in disgust. They only hooted louder with
But even Kevin couldn‟t help smile as he watched the picture slowly develop. He had t
oadmit, he did look pretty silly.The inside of the tree house was a disaster area. Half eaten bags of chips, pretzels, andempty soda cans littered the tree house floor.
“I think I ate too much,” Freddie belched, holding his stomach.
They had all pigged out more to keep awake than from being hungry. Although none of them would be the first to admit it, they were pretty much afraid to go to sleep. Somethingstrange was going on in the house next door. No one lived in the house
at least no one wassupposed to live there. The house had belonged to old Mrs. Brubaker who had died a little morethan three months ago leaving it dark and empty. Everyone had liked the old woman. She hadbeen the Betty Crocker of Baxter Street. She was always baking something and then giving