The Black Heart Crypt

After quickly sniffing the ground floor of the clock tower, Zipper charged up the spiral staircase.

Cheesy feet.

He smelled what he had smelled on Halloween night.

Every step smelled like cheesy feet.

Senses fully engaged, the dog zipped up five stories, round and round, to the top of the clock tower.

Zack and Malik were huffing and puffing behind him.

The two boys were breathing hard through their mouths.

That meant they weren’t using their snouts so they didn’t have to smell the stinky sock odor that oozed out of the hardware-store man’s shoes with every step he took.

That was a good thing.

Very good.

Because smelling this much funky foot cheese was a job best fit for a dog!