The Haunting of Henry Davis by Kathryn Siebel

Author:Kathryn Siebel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2019-07-01T16:00:00+00:00

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When the four of us got to Henry’s, everybody was out. This would have been great news except that Henry couldn’t find his keys. He was afraid they had dropped out of his pocket—somewhere in the park—and were gone for good now. I suggested that we should keep walking to my house, but Zack didn’t want to give up on going inside. Maybe all that talk of ghosts had put him in the mood to see one. The rest of us, though, were less enthusiastic. I thought it was a terrible idea, mostly because if I’m going to do something stupid, I’d rather be following my own plan. At least that way, it’s easier to answer the “What were you thinking?” question that always comes later.

“I might have a paper clip,” Renee said. She was searching her pockets. “Does anybody know how to pick a lock?”

“With a paper clip?” I asked. “The only lock that’s going to work on is one of those tiny ones on the front of a diary. Not that I have any experience with that.”

And I don’t. Except for reading a short and boring section of my cousin Monica’s diary, which was her fault, really, because it wouldn’t have happened if she had paid attention to me instead of talking on the phone to her boyfriend while painting her toenails.

“Nope,” Renee announced. “All I’ve got is hand sanitizer. Tangerine.”

“Good to know,” I said. “Where is Henry?”

He had moved away from us, to the garage, and was running his hand along the window ledge. “I think Sophie taped an extra key here,” he said.

“Oh,” said Renee. “Wait. I’ve got a mini flashlight too.” She aimed it toward Henry, and some of the light fell through the window onto cobwebs and metal gardening tools that looked like some kind of ancient torture equipment. I was wishing we’d just gone to my house, knocked the snow off our boots, and had a snack. But it was too late now.

“I’ve found it,” Henry said.

When we got inside, we were still creeping along in dim light because Henry was afraid his parents might come home and “catch” us there.

“Henry,” I said. “You aren’t doing anything wrong. You live here, remember?”

“I’m not allowed to have friends over when nobody’s home,” Henry told me. “And you, of all people, should know why.”

Honestly, one bloody accident and a tiny bit of property damage, and Sophie holds a grudge forever. Anyway, Henry only let us turn on one tiny light on the hall table, so it wouldn’t be obvious that we were there.

“Where’s your phone?” Renee asked. But before Henry could even answer, Zack had a question of his own. “So, where do you see your ghost?” he wanted to know.

It was too dark to see him clearly, but I could feel Henry glaring at me.

“The first time?” he asked. “He was right there where you’re standing.”

“Oh,” said Zack. Out of words. Just like that.

“But usually,” Henry said, “he’s upstairs in my room.

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