"Okay， Terri， this is what we ll have to do，" Sylvia ex-<br >plained as she pointed. "We ll have to approach the<br >house from the back--through those woods--because<br >Mrs. Thompson left her front-porch light on. It s dark<br >back there， and nobody ll see u~ or get suspicious."<br > My heart was thumping like crazy. I don t know why<br >I d ever letSylvia talk me into something like breaking<br >into a house. I d never done anything this stupid in all<br >my fifteen years. And as we stood in the shadows， look-<br >ing at that s~ooky house， I knew one thing for sure. If I<br >got out of this alive， I d never do it again， ever!<br > As we picked our way through the underbrush， I<br >whispered， "Sylvia， do you think we really ought to go<br >through with this? I mean， the word around town is that<br >Mrs. Thompson is crazy!"<br > "Of course she s crazy!" Sylvia responded. "That s<br >why we re going to knock offher house. If she s in there，<br >she probably doesn t have enough brains left to identify<br >us. I tell you， this will be easier than I thought."<br > I wasn t thinking like that. "Listen，" I protested， "if<br >this woman is crazy， we d better pick another house. I<br >worry about crazy people; you never know what they ll<br >do. In fact， m 3 dad total me about one crazy woman. The<br >authorities found out she d murdered someone and cut<br > that person s body up into smaU pieces and fed it to her<br > cats!"<br ><br >