The window shattered. Lady Eliza woke with a start. She screamed and Polly Peachum barked. “Polly- what was that!!”

(woof woof)

“Yes, you’re right, it must be the ghost of Little Lord Bolton outside the window.”

Scratch. Scratch Scratch.

“Monty Bolton– Is that you!”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“That wasn’t me!” Monty shook his head as he drifted by the bare window.

Suddenly, there was a dragging noise from under the bed…but Lady Eliza was too scared to look! Polly peeked under the bed and three orange eyes stared back at her. In a flash, they were gone.

(Woof Woof!)

“No Polly there is absolutely NO WAY I’m getting out of bed now!” Lady Eliza pulled the covers up higher. Polly, refusing to take no for an answer, jumped on the bed and began to nudge Lady Eliza with all the might her 5lb body could muster.

(Woof!)

Lady Eliza groaned. Polly was right. If she was going to call herself the best detective in Yorkdale, she was going to have to face her fears tonight. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and…

“PLONK”

-allowed Polly to nudge her right off the bed.

(Woof woof!)

Relieved to hear that the coast was clear, Lady Eliza slowly opened one eye… then the other… and saw…

Nothing.

Phew.

But wait! What was that? There was something sticking out between the dust bunnies and cookie crumbs. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but she crawled closer to take a peek.