The Smoky Corridor

110

Judy and George followed Zipper to the janitor’s closet and the root cellar and the slide to the tunnel.

“I’ve never been down here before,” said George as he stood up and dusted off the seat of his pants.

“Me neither,” said Judy.

“This mine shaft cuts clear across the soccer field! No wonder a strip of snow always …”

“Always what?”

George had made the mistake of looking to his right.

Zipper whimpered.

“There’s … a body … body parts … strewn all over.… I think I’m gonna be sick.”

And he was.