Book Three: Chapter 100

Colliding with a pile of desks, Mike slid to a stop. The massive room he was in was a giant cube made of the entire school folded up. Stairs and doorways were scattered in every direction with no logic in their orientation.

“Mike?” At his name, Mike looked up. Ratu was standing on the ceiling, which was at least thirty feet up.

“What sort of David Bowie bullshit is this?” Mike muttered, disentangling himself. Surveying the room, he saw that the gym door was now halfway up the far wall, turned sideways.

“That’s still the exit,” Ratu said. “If we can get through the door, then we will be out of Baba’s spell.”

“That is correct.” The thick voice made them both look back. Standing in a large doorway was Baba Yaga. She was upside down to Mike, on the same floor as Ratu. “But bad little children must be punished.”

“Get to the door, Mike!” Ratu ran away from Baba, the old witch’s metal leg clunking against the ceiling while she followed behind. Mike tried to ke