Karen Stone and her brother John are getting ready for a fun summer at their home in cottage country. Late one night they decide to go out to a quiet island in the middle of the lake. Exploring an ancient graveyard, they come across a man sitting on a gravestone. When he vanishes mysteriously, Karen picks up a small pouch he had with him. At times amusing and fascinating, and at times downright terrifying, Karen is forced to confront something she has been running from for too long...
About the Author
William Bell was a high school English teacher from 1970 until 2002. Bill taught in China at the Harbin University of Science and Technology and the Foreign Affairs College, as well as the University of British Columbia.
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I stood there shaking, holding the cross out, keeping it between me and the spooky figure on the gravestone, wondering if it would do any good.
John's voice sounded strained. "Uh, do you live around here?"
Boy, could he come up with stupid questions sometimes!
"Yep." The man's body seemed to relax a bit. He pulled at his earlobe.
More silence. It's hard to think of something to say when you're in a forbidden graveyard at midnight and you're standing across from an old, half-naked man you think might be a ghost. He didn't look cold, but I was freezing.
John and Noah were shivering like that's been tobogganing in their underwear for the last two hours. And the man had that sort of glow that he'd had two nights ago. I could tell now that it wasn't from the moonlight.
"Would you mind telling us your name?" Noah asked politely.
"Nope. I'm Chief Copegog. How 'bout you?"
I looked at the gravestone. Behind the man's leather leggings I could make out the part of the name Copegog carved into the marble. Was he the ghost of the guy buried there?