Читать книгу A Year of Mini Mysteries - Kathy Passero - Страница 30

The girls brushed their teeth and scrubbed off their Halloween makeup.

But the zombie patches Alex had given Charlotte were still stuck to her arms.

“Could I take a shower?” she asked. “Otherwise, I’m not sure this stuff will

come off.”

“Sure,” said Brooklyn. “Towels are in the cabinet.”

When her friends left the bathroom, Charlotte climbed into the antique

claw-foot tub. The room was warm and steamy, and the hot water felt good on

her shoulders. Still, the creaks of the old house sounded eerie to Charlotte,

who was used to her snug, modern apartment.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered to herself as she wrapped up in a towel

and pushed the shower curtain aside. “Brooklyn’s family spends every night

here and nothing creepy ever happ—AAAGHHH!!!!”

Brooklyn and Alex heard Charlotte’s scream and raced to the rescue.

“CHAR! WHAT’S WRONG?!”

Charlotte pointed a trembling finger at

the fogged-up mirror. In its center was a

ghostly message: Let me out! Prudence.

“The door was closed the

whole time!” Charlotte wailed.

“Calm down,” said

Brooklyn. “I know what

spirits wrote that!”

Who wrote

the message,

and how did

Brooklyn know?

(TAP HERE for answer.)