Charlie had come up with a plan regarding Anti-Snuffles. “We need to speak to Old Man Ebenezer,” she said. “See if he has any tips for us. You know. Like how to trap zombies and stuff.” Remember when I said before that Old Man Ebenezer wasn’t a Scooby-Doo villain? Well, that was true, but he does look like one. When we knocked on his door, he yanked it open immediately, as if he had been waiting there. His white hair stuck up from his head, looking like he’d just had an electric shock. He scanned the street behind us, then stared at us suspiciously. “Breathe onto this,” he ordered, thrusting a small mirror at us. Charlie looked at me. I shrugged and breathed on the mirror. Charlie did the same, and only after checking that our breath had misted on it did the old man relax a bit. “Have to be sure,” he said. “Don’t trust the new warden to keep out deadbeats. Now, what do you want?” We told him we were doing a school project and needed advice on hunting and trapping zombies.
