What Lives in the Woods by Lindsay Currie

Author:Lindsay Currie [Currie, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2021-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Will stops outside the ice-cream shop. He sets the typewriter on the ground, panting. “Let me handle this, okay?”

I quirk my head at him. Will has been trying to talk to his brother about this for years. I don’t know why he thinks this time would be any different. “Okay. Why?”

“I have an angle.”

“An angle?” I ask, snorting. “Now who sounds like the mystery writer?”

He swipes sweat off his forehead and flicks it at me. I dodge it, then take two steps back to be safe. What is it with teenage boys?

“I’m serious, Ginny. Just let me try, and if that doesn’t work, then you can chime in. Deal?”

“He’s your brother,” I answer. Still. I hope I get a chance to do at least a little talking. “Hey, where’s the other paper that was in this typewriter? The one with the word get on it?” My brain is still stuck on the proof thing. Even though I’d have to do some explaining, if I had both pieces of paper to show my parents, it would at least back up my story.

Will bends down and wiggles the edge of the paper that’s sticking out of the machine. “This is it. At least I think it is. I never touched the other paper.”

I stare at it, bewildered. So, the typewriter that can’t actually type sent us a mystery message that vanished and a new one replaced it? I’m not sure even Agatha would come up with something that unbelievable.

“You ready?”

I bend down and lift the typewriter. Will tries to take it from my hands. “I got it. You go find Craig. I’ll wait at a table.”

He taps on the door and waits for someone to open it. Smirking, he says, “You’ll actually wait? Because waiting doesn’t really seem like a strength of yours.”

“Shut up, Will.”

An older man with a friendly smile opens the door. “Heya, Will! How’s it going today?”

“Great, Mr. Ferguson. I’m just here to see Craig for a minute. Is he here?”

“Yup. He’s in the back room going through some new stock. Chocolate-dipped waffle cones!” He waggles his eyebrows and I laugh. “Anyway, you just go on back there.”

“Thanks,” Will says with a wave. “This is my friend, Ginny. She’s just going to wait for me if that’s okay.”

“Fine by me. Nice to meet you, Miss Ginny.”

I smile and follow Will in, shivering as the air conditioning inside the ice-cream shop hits my skin. I hadn’t noticed how much it has warmed up outside. I bet Woodmoor is going to feel like the inside of an oven later. A ghostly oven.

I set the typewriter down, caught on that last idea. Ghostly. I’ve never really thought about what the Shadow People are, actually. Are they monsters? Ghosts? Spirits? Are ghosts and spirits the same thing?

Whatever they are, they’re jerks.

Just as I’m lowering down into a chair, Will shows up. Craig is beside him. I notice that the smile I saw on his face yesterday is gone. He looks wary.

“Um, Ginny this is my brother, Craig.

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