Baby-Sitters' Haunted House by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin [Martin, Ann M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Mysteries & Detective Stories
ISBN: 9780590483117
Google: DkRCHQAACAAJ
Amazon: 0590483110
Publisher: Apple
Published: 1995-06-02T00:00:00+00:00

“There go our outdoor plans for the kids,” Kristy said.

We were in her room helping Andrew get dressed for the day. A rainy day.

“Boats,” Andrew said. “Kristy, I want to go see the boats again.”

Kristy handed Andrew a pair of clean socks. “Today you can draw pictures of boats,” she told him.

Dawn, Claudia, and Jill burst into the room then.

“I know the perfect rainy day activity,” Claudia announced. “We can explore the attic.”

“That’s a super idea!” I exclaimed. “I bet there’s a lot of stuff up there.”

“And we can make an inventory for the Menderses,” Kristy suggested. “The contents of the attic are part of their inheritance.”

“What about what Georgio said?” I asked.

“He was just trying to scare us,” Claud said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I bet there’ll be some wonderful old things up there,” I said.

“Like old photo albums,” Dawn said.

“And antique clothes,” Claud added. “We might find some ideas and costumes for our float.”

At breakfast Seth and Lisa and the Menderses told us that their plan for the day was to visit the business district in Reese and a couple of nearby towns to make a study of how many people shopped on a rainy summer day. When we told them our plan, they agreed that it was a perfect rainy day activity.

“There’s just one problem,” Claudia said. “The door to the staircase that leads to the fourth floor is locked.”

“I know,” Mr. Menders said. He told us that he’d been up on the top floor once, when he surveyed the house after the reading of his uncle’s will. “But after that,” he said, “the key disappeared.”

“And the Coopers’ set of keys doesn’t have one either,” Mrs. Menders added.

Mr. Menders handed Claud his set of keys. “Give my keys one more try,” he said. “If none of them works for you either, ask Elton to break the lock. We’ll have to go up there sooner or later.”

“What’s the fourth floor like?” Dawn asked.

“Well, as you know,” Mr. Menders answered, “the stairs begin in your third-floor hallway. At the top of the stairs to the right is a door to the attic. To the left is a hallway with bedrooms off of it. I only went into a couple of them. It’s pretty obvious that they haven’t been used in generations.”

While the rest of the sitters and kids searched through old bureau drawers and cabinets for the missing key, Claud and I ran upstairs and tried all the keys on Mr. Menders’s keyring. He was right. None of them worked.

By then Kristy, Dawn, and the kids had brought us the handful of keys they’d found around the house. While Claud tried those, I returned to my room to find a pad and pen for making a list of the contents of the attic. When I looked out my window to see if the rain was slowing down, I noticed Georgio working in one of the gardens. I thought it was strange for him to be working outside in a heavy downpour.

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