The Ghost in the Big Brass Bed
“Instantly the ghost disappeared. Behind me I heard a clatter as the broken side of the swing dropped to the floor.
Honk! Honk!
“I’m coming!” I screamed as I stumbled over the spongy wooden floor and back into the rain. Clutching the box to my chest, I raced up the hill. Twice I slipped on the wet grass and fell. The second time, the corner of the box poked me in the stomach, knocking my breath away.
The cold rain lashed me. My soaking clothes made it hard to run. My hair stuck to my head as if ...it had been painted on.
At the top of the hill, I headed for my bike, then veered away. I didn’t want to waste the five or ten seconds it would take to grab my wheels. I was too worried about my father’s going up to the house. I shot around the front corner just in time to see him getting out of the car.
“Let’s go!” I cried.
I raced down the sidewalk and scrambled into the Golden Chariot.
My father was glad enough to get out of the rain. But he wasn’t too pleased about the situation in general.MoreLess
Honk! Honk!
“I’m coming!” I screamed as I stumbled over the spongy wooden floor and back into the rain. Clutching the box to my chest, I raced up the hill. Twice I slipped on the wet grass and fell. The second time, the corner of the box poked me in the stomach, knocking my breath away.
The cold rain lashed me. My soaking clothes made it hard to run. My hair stuck to my head as if ...it had been painted on.
At the top of the hill, I headed for my bike, then veered away. I didn’t want to waste the five or ten seconds it would take to grab my wheels. I was too worried about my father’s going up to the house. I shot around the front corner just in time to see him getting out of the car.
“Let’s go!” I cried.
I raced down the sidewalk and scrambled into the Golden Chariot.
My father was glad enough to get out of the rain. But he wasn’t too pleased about the situation in general.MoreLess
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