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

"Oh, that's fine."
Mom was looking more absentminded than usual. Sure enough, she took off her glasses and placed them carefully in an empty butter
dish. I wonder if she does things like that at the office.
I checked her quickly to make sure she hadn't been wearing nonmatching earrings or something all day. Luckily, she looked fine.
Mom and Jeff and I ate our picnic supper in a breeze that kept blowing our napkins away. At least it was cool.
"You know," said Jeff, chewing with his mouth open as usual, "it's getting dark real early tonight."
"Well, it is almost September," Mom pointed out.
"But it's only a quarter to ... Hey!" I exclaimed. A fat drop of water landed on the back of my hand. Another landed on my head. "Uh-oh, it's raining!"
"And if s going to pour!" cried Jeff.
The sky wasn't just dark, it was black with heavy clouds.
BLAM! Thunder crashed. I remembered the rumblings I'd heard earlier.
"Everybody inside," said Mom. "Let's see if we can get all this stuff into the kitchen in one trip."
It wasn't easy, but we managed it. Jeff was the last one in and he scooted through the back door just as a sheet of water came cas-
cading down. Lightning streaked across the sky. "Made it!" he exclaimed.
Later that night I settled into my bed with a library book. I'd had my name on the waiting list for that book for most of the summer. That was how popular it was. And no wonder everyone wanted to read it. It was called Ghosts and Spooks, Chills and Thrills: Stories NOT to Be Read After Dark. Well, it was after dark, but I'd taken the precaution of turning on every light in my bedroom. However, the storm was still raging outside. The wind was howling, the rain was pelting the windows, and the thunder came and went, sometimes crashing loudly, sometimes just sort of grumbling in the distance. The grumblings were scarier than the crashes. They sounded like warnings of worse things to come.
I was right in the middle of "The Hand of the Witch" when the lights flickered. They dimmed, went out for a second, then came back on.
My heart began to pound. Weren't there tricky spirits called poltergeists that could cause things like that?
My window began to rattle. I know the wind
was blowing, but I'd never heard such a racket.
As soon as the rattling stopped, I heard a rat-a-tat-a-tat on the wall.
That did it.
"Eeee-iii!" I shrieked.
Mom was up the stairs and in my room in about two seconds. "Dawn! What's the matter?" she cried.
"Mom, the lights are flickering and something's rattling my window and tapping on the wall."
My mother took a look at the book lying open on my bed. "Dawn," she said, giving me a wry glance, "there is a terrific storm going on out there. I'm surprised the electricity hasn't gone off completely. And all the windows in this old house are rattling. Those must be twenty-five-mile-an-hour winds out there. Now which wall is the tapping coming from?"
I pointed to the wall between my room and Mom's.
"Old houses make noises as they settle," Mom told me decisively. She closed the ghost-story book and laid it on my nightstand. "Why don't you go to sleep now, honey? It's late." She gave me a kiss and turned out the lights as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
I got up and turned two of the lights back on and opened the door a crack. Sleep? Was she kidding?
It was hours before I fell asleep. That was because I kept thinking I heard someone moaning. When I woke up the next morning, I still felt creepy.
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Chapter 3.
The storm ended temporarily, but the rain didn't. The next morning was dreary, humid, and very rainy. I baby-sat at the Barretts' and the three kids, Buddy, Suzi, and Mamie, started out sleepy and cranky, and slowly became wild and noisy. I was glad they only needed a sitter for the morning. Here's an example of why.
As I was leaving, I skidded a little on the wet grass, and Buddy shouted after me, "Have a nice trip. See ya next fall!" He laughed loudly.
Suzi, who's four, shrieked, "'Bye, Dawny-Dawny! Snap, crackle, pop!"
Mamie, the baby, blew me a raspberry.
I have to admit, I was happy to get home. Jeff and I ate lunch. Then I went to my room. Another storm was brewing, and I was planning to read some more of the ghost stories and scare myself silly. But the sight of The
Hidden Staircase on my bureau gave me an idea. It was the perfect day to search Ч really search Ч for a secret passage in the house. I'd looked a couple of times before, but never very carefully or for very long.
I picked up the phone in Mom's bedroom and called Mary Anne.
"Hi!" I said. "Want to come over? I have this great idea. I want to invite the whole club to my house and we'll search for a hidden passage."
"Ooh/' said Mary Anne. "Scary. I'd love to."
"Do you think the others are free?"
"I know they are. I was looking at the appointment calendar during the meeting yesterday. We all had jobs this morning, and we're all free this afternoon. Stacey's mother can probably drive us over."
"Perfect!" I said. "Listen, can you call Kristy? I'll call Stacey and Claudia."
"No problem."
An hour later, the members of the Babysitters Club were sitting expectantly in my bedroom.
"Now, we have to be scientific about this," I told them.
"Scientific?" asked Kristy skeptically.
"Well, sort of. See, there are certain things to do." I read them the pages in The Hidden Staircase where Nancy is searching Riverview Manor. "You tap on walls Ч "
"Why?" asked Kristy.
"To listen for any hollow sounds. A hollow sound might mean an empty space on the other side of the wall."