weeds. At least it had stopped raining. The moon was starting to show through the clouds. But it was also getting colder, and Libby was damp all over, and she was shivering, and she was really, really scared.
Finally the trees and bushes opened onto a large clearing. Steam was rising up from the wet ground. Gary stopped right up to the edge of the space, and so did Denise and Libby.
“Here it is,” Gary whispered, pointing. “Lookit – it’s square, just like there was supposed to be a house or something here. But there’s not a house. There’s nothing. Trees and bushes can’t even grow here. Just weeds is all. That’s because it’s cursed ground. Ghosts live here.”
Libby reminded herself of what Daddy said.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
Even so, her knees were shaking. She was afraid she was going to pee herself. Mommy sure wouldn’t like that.
“What are those?” Denise asked.
She pointed to two shapes rising up out of the ground. To Libby they looked like big pipes that were bent over at the top, and they were almost completely covered with ivy.
“I don’t know,” Gary said. “They remind me of submarine periscopes. Maybe the ghosts are watching us. Go take a look, Denise.”
Denise let out a scared-sounding laugh.
“You have a look!” Denise said.
“Okay, I will,” Gary said.
Gary stepped none too boldly out into the clearing and walked toward one of the shapes. He stopped in his tracks about three feet away from it. Then he turned around and came back to rejoin his cousin and sister.
“I can’t tell what it is,” he said.
Denise laughed again. “That’s because you didn’t even look!” she said.
“Did so,” Gary said.
“Did not! You didn’t even get near it!”
“I did so get near it. If you’re so curious, go check it out yourself.”
Denise didn’t say anything for a moment. Then she trotted out onto the bare patch. She got a little closer to the shape than Gary, but she trotted straight back without stopping.
“I don’t know what it is either,” she said.
“It’s your turn to look, Libby,” Gary said.
Libby’s fear was creeping up in her throat just like that ivy.
“Don’t make her go, Gary,” Denise said. “She’s too little.”
“She’s not too little. She’s growing up. It’s time she acted like it.”
Gary gave Libby a sharp shove. She found herself a couple of feet out into the space. She turned around and tried to go back again, but Gary stretched his hand out to stop her.
“Huh-uh,” he said. “Denise and I went. You’ve got to go too.”
Libby gulped hard and turned around and faced the empty space with its two bent things. She had the creepy feeling that they could be looking back at her.
She remembered her daddy’s words again …
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
Daddy wouldn’t lie about a thing like that. So what was she scared of, anyway?
Besides, she was getting mad at Gary for being a bully. She was almost as mad as she was scared.
I’ll show him, she thought.
Her legs still shaking, she took step after step out into the big square space. As she walked toward the metal thing, Libby actually felt braver.
By the time she got close to the thing – closer than even Gary or Denise had gotten – she was feeling pretty proud of herself. Still, she couldn’t tell what it was.
With more courage than she even thought she had, she reached her hand out toward it. She pushed her fingers among the ivy leaves, hoping that her hand wouldn’t get snatched or eaten or maybe something worse. Her fingers came up against the hard, cold metal pipe.
What is it? she wondered.
Now she felt a slight vibration in the pipe. And she heard something. It seemed to be coming from the pipe.
She leaned really close to the pipe. The sound was faint, but she knew that it wasn’t her imagination. The sound was real, and it was just like a woman weeping and moaning.
Libby jerked her hand away from the pipe. She was too frightened to move or speak or scream or do anything. She couldn’t even breathe. It felt like that time when she’d fallen out of a tree on her back and the wind got knocked out of her lungs.
She knew that she had to get away. But she stayed frozen. It was like she had to tell her body how to move.
Turn and run, she thought.
But for a few terrifying seconds she just couldn’t do it.
Then her legs seemed to start running all on their own, and she found herself dashing back toward the edge of the clearing. She was terrified that something really bad would reach out and grab her and yank her back.
When she arrived at the edge of the woods, she bent over, gasping for breath. Now she realized that she hadn’t even been breathing all this time.
“What’s the matter?” Denise asked.
“A ghost!” Libby gasped out. “I heard a ghost!”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She tore away and ran as fast as she could back the way they’d come. She heard her brother and cousin running behind her.
“Hey, Libby stop!” her brother called out. “Wait up!”
But there was no way she was going to stop running until she was safe at home.
CHAPTER FOUR
Riley knocked on April’s bedroom door. It was noon, and it seemed high time for her daughter to get up. But the answer she got wasn’t what she had been hoping for.
“What do you want?” came the muffled, sullen retort from inside the room.
“Are you going to sleep all day?” Riley asked.
“I’m up now. I’ll be down in a minute.”
With a sigh, Riley walked back down the stairs. She wished Gabriela was here, but she always took some time away on Sundays.
Riley plopped herself down on the couch. All day yesterday April had been sullen and distant. Riley hadn’t known how to relieve the unidentified tension between them, and she’d been relieved when April had gone to a Halloween party in the evening. Since it had been at a friend’s house a couple of blocks away, Riley hadn’t worried. At least not until it got to be after one a.m. and her daughter wasn’t home.
Fortunately,
