"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club 009 - The Ghost at Dawn's House" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

"Good question," I muttered, but Jeff didn't hear me.
"Well, let's go," he said.
Jeff was in front now and he led the way down the stairs. We had rounded the corner and were heading through the long tunnel to the barn when something crunched under my foot. I let out a cry. I was sure it was bones . . . part of a skeleton.
"What was that?" cried Jeff.
"Oh, I don't want to know," I moaned.
Jeff played the flashlight beam around on the floor. A few inches from my left foot, it lit up a small brown mound. Jeff and I bent down.
"I think it's part of an ice-cream cone," I said, although Jeff and I have eaten maybe two cones in our health-food lives.
"Really?" Jeff replied. "I thought ice-cream cones were kind of yellow and, you know, airy looking. And they have flat bottoms. Don't they? Remember that time Dad took us to Dairy Queen? What's left of that thing," he went on, touching the mound with the toe of his sneaker, "is brown and hard and has a pointed bottom."
"You know, I think this is an old-fashioned ice-cream cone," I said. I felt scared, awed, and excited at the same time. I wondered how long the cone had been in the passage. More important, I wondered why I hadn't seen either the cone or the nickel the other day. Can ghosts make things materialize? I was sure they hadn't been there before.
"Um, Jeff," I managed to say, "I don't want to scare you, but this passage is haunted Ч by an angry ghost. The ghost of someone who was locked up here to die a long time ago."
"Oh, for cripe's sakes," said Jeff. He gave me a really disgusted look. "You have got to be kidding."
"No, I'm not," I replied in a hushed voice.
"Okay," said Jeff, "the passage is haunted. . . . Prove it."
"I don't think I can prove it," I told him, "but I have been hearing an awful let of weird noises lately. Mom keeps saying things like 'the house is settling.' "
"She's right," said Jeff.
"Houses moan when they settle?"
Jeff looked startled. "Moan?"
"Yeah. Like this." I tried to imitate the moaning I'd heard.
"It could have been the storm," Jeff said, but he didn't look convinced, especially when
I added disdainfully, "I do know the difference between something howling outside and something moaning inside."
"Well . . ."
"And," I went on, "the cone and the nickel weren't here the day I discovered the passage. I went looking pretty carefully, and I found a buckle and a button and a key. But these things weren't here."
"What are you saying?" asked Jeff, looking nervous in the flickering light.
"I'm saying that until right now, I didn't tell anyone about the passage. So no one's been in it except me, right?"
"Right."
"So where did the cone and the nickel come from?"
Jeff didn't answer. His eyes were growing wide, and he couldn't seem to close his mouth.
"There's only one answer," I told him. "A ghost. And I'll tell you something else. I don't think I should have taken those other things out of the passage. I think the ghost is mad and wants them back. And we better not take these, either. Go put the nickel back where you found it."
"Me? I'm not putting it back. Not alone, anyway." Jeff now looked truly terrified. His voice had risen to a squeak.
"Well, I'm not coming with you. We're much closer to the other end of the passage. I want to get out of here."
Jeff scowled at me. "Look at it this way," he said. "I've got the flashlight. If I go, the light goes with me. You'll be left alone in the dark."
I paused. He had a point. "Okay," I said. "Anyway, I just realized that we might as well both turn around now. We have to take the passage back to my room after all. It's pouring outside."
"Where is the other end of the passage?" asked Jeff.
"In the barn."
And at that moment we heard a creak, followed by a moan.
"Aughhh!" we yelled. Without another word of discussion, we turned and ran headlong through the passage, up the stairs, and back to my room. Jeff dropped the nickel somewhere as we ran.
Chapter 9.
Somehow Jeff and I had managed to forget about the power failure. We had burst out of the passage and into my room, and I had slammed the wall shut behind us before we realized we were still in total darkness. It wasn't very comforting.
We flopped down on my bed, breathing heavily.
"It was the ghost!" I cried. "And he's carrying a grudge that's probably a hundred years old."
Cre-e-e-ak. Cre-e-e-ak.
Jeff and I jumped a mile. "I think the ghost's in the passage right now!" Jeff cried.
I'm sure I turned pale. I felt my knees go weak. "I'm calling Mom!" I announced, wondering if I could stand up without collapsing.
"Oh, good," said Jeff. He grabbed me at the waist, and followed me out of my room and
into Mom's. We looked like two little kids playing choo-choo train.
As I reached for the phone, Jeff said helpfully, "I hope the telephone is still working."
I drew my hand back. "What if it isn't?" I whispered.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. At last, I reached my hand out again. I picked up the receiver and brought it to my ear very slowly. Halfway there, I could hear the dial tone. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," I said to no one in particular.
I figured Mom and her date would be at Granny and Pop-Pop's by then, so I called their house. Pop-Pop answered the phone, and I got carried away and told him we were having an emergency.
When Mom got to the phone, she sounded breathless and nervous. "Honey? Are you and Jeff all right?" she asked.