About the Book:
Liz and Toby are having a great evening until their dog, Fred, gets loose and runs directly to Pinewood’s most haunted location. They are determined to get Fred back, even if it means going into the creepy, old haunted house. What is it about the place that makes Fred so interested in getting in? Could it be the same thing that Liz and Toby fear will never let them out?
Targeted Age Group: 7-12
“Hello!” I called again. “Mrs. Craig, are you home? Our dog ran into your house. We just want to take him home.” Toby and I listened for any kind of answer – a voice, a noise, a creak, anything. Fred barked and we both jumped a little. We looked at each other and smiled at our own silliness. I took a deep breath and listened again.
The front door slammed. We both spun around, staring at the closed door. No one was there.
“Zee!” Toby cried out and moved as close to me as he could get. I put my arm around him. I stared at the door, not sure what to do. Who had shut the door? I pulled at my lower lip, thinking hard. I realized the door hadn’t really slammed as much as it had closed. Could a breeze have blown it shut? Could a ghost have shut it?
Ghost? Why did my mind go there? We had to get out!
“Let’s get out of here,” I said and moved us both to the door. I grasped the handle and pulled hard. It didn’t move. I tried again. The door would not open.
“It’s stuck!” I yelled. Toby and I both tried but had no luck. We were locked in.
“We’re trapped in a haunted house!” cried Toby, starting to panic.
“It’s okay,” I said, not sure I believed what I was saying. “It’s an old house. The door is just stuck. That happens sometimes. Remember the basement door at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s old house?” Our grandparents had moved into a smaller place last year and when we were helping them move, the basement door kept getting stuck. The adults could open it if they tried really hard, but Toby and I weren’t strong enough to do it.
“Right,” said Toby like he was trying to believe me.
“We’ll have to find another way out. We have no choice now,” I said, gathering my courage.
I took Toby’s hand and pulled him toward the hallway leading towards the back of the house.
“Hello! Hello! We’re looking for our dog!” I called out as we walked slowly into the house.