Curses are the Worst (Scared Silly #1)

Contents
 
 
 Cover
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Contents
 Warning!
 Chapter 1
 Chapter 2
 Chapter 3
 Chapter 4
 Chapter 5
 Chapter 6
 Chapter 7
 Chapter 8
 Chapter 9
 Chapter 10
 Chapter 11
 Chapter 12
 Chapter 13
 Chapter 14
 Chapter 15
 Chapter 16
 Chapter 17
 Chapter 18
 Chapter 19
 Chapter 20
 Chapter 21
 Chapter 22
 Chapter 23
 … Or Has It?
 Acknowledgments
 Sneak Peek!
 Copyright
 
 
 
 Guide
 
 Cover
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Contents
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Warning!
 Chapter 1
 Chapter 2
 Chapter 3
 Chapter 4
 Chapter 5
 Chapter 6
 Chapter 7
 Chapter 8
 Chapter 9
 Chapter 10
 Chapter 11
 Chapter 12
 Chapter 13
 Chapter 14
 Chapter 15
 Chapter 16
 Chapter 17
 Chapter 18
 Chapter 19
 Chapter 20
 Chapter 21
 Chapter 22
 Chapter 23
 … Or Has It?
 Acknowledgments
 Sneak Peek!
 Copyright
 
 
 
 
 FOR CECILIA AND RACHEL, THE FAIRY GODWITCHESOF CAULDRON’S COVE, WHO KEPT ME STOCKEDIN WITCHY PUNS. PINT OF ENCHANT-MINTCHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM ON ME!
 
 
 
 
 
 According to Rule 1, section BOO!, paragraph yada yada of the Publisher’s Guide to Scaring Children, I must warn you that the following story contains skin-crawling creatures and scary moments that would terrify even the bravest of souls.
 What kind of scary things, you ask? Do you really want to know?
 Oh, you do? Well, okay, then. (Pretty nosy if you ask me …)
 We’re talking blood, guts, homework, snotty tissues, kidnapping, broccoli, lightning, annoying siblings, a vat of goo, some dog poo (and the occasional rhyme from time to time), a history lesson, detention, stinky cheese, super long needles, and maybe worst of all … even more broccoli. Ewww.
 Readers of this story may experience the following symptoms: being woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, taco cravings, restless brain syndrome, suspicion of science teachers, need-to-read-under-a-blanket-itis, the sudden urge to hug your siblings, and the uncontrollable desire to keep turning the page.
 It’s probably best to put this book down and walk away. Pretend you never opened it and move on with your young, impressionable life.
 However, if you think you’re super, duper brave and want to continue, you’re doing so at your own risk.
 
 Wow, you think you’re pretty tough, huh?
 Impressive.
 Fine, go ahead and read. Just don’t say you weren’t warned.
 
 
 
 
 
 To begin our story, we need to travel back to over three hundred years ago. In the dark ages before indoor toilets and the internet. (Hey, you were warned things were going to 
 
 
 Fast-forward to the time of the internet, long hot showers, and flushing toilets. Looking at Cauldron’s Cove now, one would think all Ann Wilder had cursed the town with was tourists.
 Yes, the