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THE HAUNTED HOUSE ON THE HILL The witching hour had descended upon the sleepy town of periwinkle. Silence rolled over the streets like a slumbering bulldozer. There were no owls hooting, crickets chirping or mice scurrying. Everyone and everything was asleep, even the trees. In one of the houses that dotted Lakitu Lane, an alarm clock cried out shrilly and was promptly muffled with a pillow. A few moments later, a boy and a girl jumped from their window to the ground, like nimble little ninjas, and ran down the street until they arrived at the tall iron gates of the spooky house on the hill. They shimmied through the iron bars-just wide enough to let them pass-and climbed the steep path until they reached the top of the hill. The two-story house, with awkward architecture, stared down at them like a sullen gargoyle.