Dill arrived two days ago and was again hugging the light pole, staring in wonder at the Radley House. Jem and Scout took turns keeping him company, although Dill rarely said anything. It was a lazy afternoon and Jem was lying against the light pole, Dill hugging the pole as usual. Jem took a small clump of plant material, crushing it to a liquid pulp between his fingers. He sighed and sat up. He patted the other boy on the shoulder. “Dill, don't you think you've stared at the house enough? I mean, we haven't done any breeding all summer because you spent your time staring at this house. Jem asked. Dill turned to look at him. “I want to see Boo Radley. And not just with the description you told me. I want to see it live." "Why don't I make you a bet, then? I'll bet you a buck you won't get into the Radley house. Just." Jem announced. Dill, never one to back down from a bet, frowned. "What do I get out of this?" "I'll ask Calpurnia to cook that potato any way you like." Dill frowned even more, then he relaxed. “Good. I will do it." Dill walked toward the rotting fence of the looming two-story house. He opened the gate gently, flinching at the loud protesting noise coming from the gate. He made his way through the tall grass, following the narrow cobbled path to the porch. He took a timid step up the rotten staircase, wisely avoiding a hole in the second step. The porch was a graveyard of dead potted plants, pots strewn carelessly, dirt strewn everywhere. Dill took a cautious step towards the porch which groaned under the sudden placement of weight. He looked toward the house, grimacing as if he expected Boo Radley to jump up... middle of paper... and fall on the steps. The paint on both sides of the stairs flaked off and sent them onto the wooden floor. Dill took a dubious step onto the first step, then the next, then the next, leaving Dill-sized footprints in the debris, each step sending a shiver down his spine. Dill finally reached the second floor, after several pauses to look over his shoulder. after hearing suspicious noises. The upper floor had only one room: the bedroom. On one side of the room was a fireplace, dusty photographs on the dusty mantle. Floral wallpaper peeled off the walls exposing water damage underneath. The bed was carelessly moved to one side of the room, leaving only a wool rug in the center. Dill scanned the room before stiffening. In a corner of the bedroom, on a wooden chair sat something... or rather someone. “Look what the storm brought.” ' shouted Boo Radley.