The Ghostly Hideaway

by Doris Hale Sanders

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  “Poor, poor Uncle Cliff,” Chrissy sighed, “he sounds miserably unhappy! I wonder if something did happen to him when he went up there. Have you ever seen a small cemetery, Dad, when you went for your exploration walks?”

  “No, but I did see where a huge old oak tree had been apparently struck by lightning and it had fallen. I think maybe we need to make a family excursion up there and see what we can find right after breakfast in the morning.”

  “I wish we had some way to let the sheriff know what we’re planning so he could come and help." Penny was very concerned with what they might find. “But with or without the sheriff, I do think we need to see if we can at least find the graveyard.”

  Everyone agreed.