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was a busy night. Criss-crossed all over town. Rian Skinner, a dead adder.
Twin sisters Jessie and Nell Godwin, a giant scab. Origin unknown. Might not have been human.
Hardeep Singh, flying ants’ eggs. Woke up to his bedroom buzzing with thousands of them…”
“I don’t understand,” said Alfie.
“And last night it got me. My tooth fell out, well, after I waggled it for weeks, so I put it under my pillow as I always do. What do you think I woke up to find?”
“I, er, um, don’t know.”
“A bat’s wing!”
“No!”
“Yes. Still flapping. Must have just been ripped off the poor beast.”
Alfie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The girl was gathering pace now. There was no stopping her.
“So I started asking around the school first thing this morning, and realised it was happening all over town. Kids here, here, here and here…” said Gabz, as she pointed out a number of houses or flats on the map, “…were all targeted last night. And the calling cards got worse. Much worse. A badger’s paw, a snail that had had its shell pulled off, hundreds of centipedes creeping and crawling under some poor girl’s pillow, a filthy, sticking plaster, sodden with pus…”
The boy couldn’t help but shudder. “That’s disgusting!”
“Whatever’s happening, this is just the beginning…”
“Who is doing this?” asked Alfie.
The little girl shook her head. Her dreadlocks followed soon after. “Nobody knows. None of the kids I have spoken to saw or heard a thing. First they knew of it was when they woke up in the morning expecting to find a shiny new coin.”
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