Thornewood Hall: A Short Story
Chapter One
Thornewood Hall
The darkness concealed us. Even amid the bright and silvery light of the satisfied moon. We crouched behind a tree, taking turns peeking at the house. For a moment, nothing happened. But then the ghost flashed blue in a tangled sea of tattered sheers. The drapes dropped to the floor and it was gone in a ripple of gloom.
I turned to Seth—a tall slim super sleuth clad in a tweed trench coat and deerstalker cap—and found him stealthily tiptoeing sideways through the thigh-high weeds. “Okay, we’ve investigated Miss Sims’ contention, and she’s correct—this place is haunted. Let’s go”
“I need to get a few of the particulars straight first.” I whipped out last year’s birthday present, a black, 8-gigabyte mini digital voice …show more content…
“I’m Madison, and this is my associate, Seth. Don’t let his empty stare fool you. He’s famous around Whodunit for his thingamabob abilities.”
Once when an old guy with killer breath (long story) kidnapped my dog, Clue (longer story) and then locked us inside of a house with only one window and zero ventilation (don’t even ask) Seth had wrapped a sheet around his arm and busted the windowpane. He managed to toss one end of some braided dental floss around a tree trunk. He tied the other end to the bed. Twist slung a bent wire clothes hanger over the floss and slid to the ground. He gave us the thumbs-up and we did the same.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Mr. Greene laughed and smoothed his dark button-up blazer down over his rounded belly. “You know, I’ll bet those screeches came from an owl caught inside of the mansion. If we call the police and it’s only an animal,” he looked at the other men standing next to him in the midnight gloom, “they’ll think we’re kind of silly. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“He’s right. We have a couple of flashlights. Why don’t we all go inside and take a quick look around.” Mustache turned to us. “You two go home. It’s late, and your parents are probably worried.”
“Yeah, okay,” Seth
Thornewood Hall
The darkness concealed us. Even amid the bright and silvery light of the satisfied moon. We crouched behind a tree, taking turns peeking at the house. For a moment, nothing happened. But then the ghost flashed blue in a tangled sea of tattered sheers. The drapes dropped to the floor and it was gone in a ripple of gloom.
I turned to Seth—a tall slim super sleuth clad in a tweed trench coat and deerstalker cap—and found him stealthily tiptoeing sideways through the thigh-high weeds. “Okay, we’ve investigated Miss Sims’ contention, and she’s correct—this place is haunted. Let’s go”
“I need to get a few of the particulars straight first.” I whipped out last year’s birthday present, a black, 8-gigabyte mini digital voice …show more content…
“I’m Madison, and this is my associate, Seth. Don’t let his empty stare fool you. He’s famous around Whodunit for his thingamabob abilities.”
Once when an old guy with killer breath (long story) kidnapped my dog, Clue (longer story) and then locked us inside of a house with only one window and zero ventilation (don’t even ask) Seth had wrapped a sheet around his arm and busted the windowpane. He managed to toss one end of some braided dental floss around a tree trunk. He tied the other end to the bed. Twist slung a bent wire clothes hanger over the floss and slid to the ground. He gave us the thumbs-up and we did the same.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Mr. Greene laughed and smoothed his dark button-up blazer down over his rounded belly. “You know, I’ll bet those screeches came from an owl caught inside of the mansion. If we call the police and it’s only an animal,” he looked at the other men standing next to him in the midnight gloom, “they’ll think we’re kind of silly. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“He’s right. We have a couple of flashlights. Why don’t we all go inside and take a quick look around.” Mustache turned to us. “You two go home. It’s late, and your parents are probably worried.”
“Yeah, okay,” Seth