“But that’s crazy!” I muttered. “Crazy.” I realized my whole body was shaking. I turned back into the house and closed the front door behind me.
To my surprise, Peter stood right behind me.
“Get out!” he screamed. His eyes were wild. His red hair stood straight up. His body was tensed, as if ready to attack. “Get out! Get out of my house!”
I didn’t have time to reply.
He leaped at me—and wrapped his hands around my throat.
“Get out! Get out!”
“Peter, no!” I shrieked. His hands tightened, cutting off my words.
“Peter, stop! You’re choking me! I… can’t… breathe…”