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Finger-line branches clawed me as we entered a thick tangle of
trees. And there he was: The Phantom. A shadowy figure in a black
cloak and high dark hat. His face looked as gnarled and ancient as
the orchard trees.
 "He's digging a grave!" Shanna grabbed my hand. I could feel her
trembling.
"Quiet," I warned. "Unless you want to be the dead body he
buries."
"Dead body! You mean he could be a killer? Oh, no! Where's
Taffy?" I shook my head. I hadn't seen Taffy since entering the
orchard. NOT good.
I squeezed Shanna's head and watched in terror as the Phantom
kept digging. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I saw several
gaping holes in the ground around him. One was long and deep; wide
enough for a small person. LIKE ME.
Abruptly, the Phantom stopped digging. He bent down and pulled
out a skateboard-shaped box. After brushing off caked-on dirt, he
reached inside and grabbed something small, thin, and white like a
small bone! Maybe from an animal or young child. And not just ONE
bone. I could see a whole pile of them inside the box.
With my life flashing before me, a dumb argument just seemed
plain dumb. So I turned to Shanna and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry." Her soft voice was sad. "I never
should have asked you to cheat. Forgive me, and let's be friends
again."
I nodded. "Best friends. If we get out of here alive." Then we
both jumped when we heard a dog bark. "TAFFY!" we screamed.
Startled, the Phantom dropped his box. Small white bones spilled
on the ground. "Who's out there?" he growled. "Show yourself!"
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