Poking around a sacred Indian burial ground in the middle of the night with her brother, John, isn't Karen Stone's idea of a great way to start off the summer. But she lets John talk her into it, and
Poking around a sacred Indian burial ground in the middle of the night with her brother, John, isn't Karen Stone's idea of a great way to start off the summer. But she lets John talk her into it, and the two are plunged into a world they never imagined existed - a world where past and present blend, where the spirits of the dead communicate with the living. With the help of John's classmate, Weird Noah Webster, an expert on all things supernatural, Karen and John try to unravel the mystery that surrounds them. At times amused and fascinated, at times terrified, Karen is forced to confront something she has been running from for far too long.
"Set in Orillia, ON, this fast-moving ghost story is told over the course of five days. The suspense builds as a medicine bag from the graveyard is opened and spirits find ways to communicate their purpose and feelings. Originally published in 1989, this revised edition has an appealing new cover and updated text that includes recent technologies, such as sound recorders and camera phones. Readers will be entertained as the dead come to rest and the living experience a greater understanding of life." Recommended — CM Magazine
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?
William Bell was born in Toronto in 1945 and went to school there until he graduated from the College of Education in 1970. Until 2002 he was a high school English teacher and department head in Ontario. Bell also taught at the Harbin University of Science and Technology, the Foreign Affairs College (both in China), and the University of British Columbia. He holds a Masters of Arts degree in Literature and a Master of Education degree.