Misty rode to the address she had scribbled down and arrived at an old crookity house. A dead tree stood next to it. Slowly she took a step toward the door and knocked wearily.The door burst open and an old lady carrying a bat was standing at the door. Misty leaped back and tripped on the stairs falling on the ground. She picked herself up and dusted her jeans off. "Who are you?!" the old lady croaked loudly. "M-mist-t-ty," whimpered Misty. "Oh yeah! Your that little brat who called me! Come inside!" yelled the old lady. Misty didn't want to go into the old lady's house so she said, "Isn't there a backway?" she asked. The old lady cackled with laughter. "We can go that way but I assure you that the house is a whole lot better!" she said limping down the steps. and leading Misty behind the house. As Misty was walking down, she saw different assorted knives and bones. Even a stuffed bear. It's shiny eyes stared back at her in terror. Misty almost shrieked but she bit her tough till it bled.