Boo Radley's House

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Dill came over two days ago and had resumed his light-pole hugging, staring in wonder at the Radley House. Jem and Scout would take turns keeping him company, although Dill rarely said anything. It was one lazy afternoon and Jem was lounged against the light pole, Dill hugging the pole as usual. Jem picked at a small tuft of plant material, reducing it to a liquid pulp between his fingers. He heaved a sigh and pulled himself up. He tapped the other boy on the shoulder. “Dill, don’t you think you’ve stared at the house enough? I mean we haven’t done any reproductions this whole summer because you’ve spent your time staring at this house.” asked Jem. Dill turned to look at him. “I want to see Boo Radley. And not just with the description you’ve told me. I want to see him face-to face.” “Why don’t I make you a bet then? I bet you one potato that you won’t go inside the Radley’s house. Alone.” Jem announced. Dill, one never to back down from a bet, frowned. “What do I get out of this?” “I’ll ask Calpurnia to cook that potato any way that you want.” Dill frowned deepened, then relaxed. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Dill set off to the rotten picket fence of the looming two-storey house. He gently opened the gate, flinching at the sharp noise of protest from the gate. He weaved his way through the overgrown grass, following the narrow cobbled footpath to the porch. He tentatively took a step onto the rotten staircase, wisely missing a gaping hole in the second step. The porch was a cemetery for dead potted plants, pots strewn carelessly across it, soil scattered everywhere. Dill took a cautious step onto the porch which groaned under the sudden placement of weight. He looked towards the house, grimacing as if he expected Boo Radley to pounce on ... ... middle of paper ... ...tling on the steps. The paint on either side of the staircase peeled off in flakes sending them to the hardwood floor. Dill took a dubious step onto the first stair, then the next, then the next, leaving Dill-sized footprints amidst the debris, each step sending a shiver up his spine. Dill finally reached the second floor, after numerous pauses to look behind him upon hearing suspicious noises. The upper floor had only one room: the bedroom. On one side of the room was a fireplace, dusty photographs on the dusty mantle. The floral wallpaper peeled from the walls exposing the water damage underneath. The bed was carelessly pushed to the side of the room leaving only a woollen rug in the middle. Dill scanned the room before stiffening. In the corner of the bedroom, on a wooden chair sat something…or rather someone. “Look what the storm brought in.” rasped Boo Radley.

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