The Ghost of Angelina Kittura

By Caitlind L. Alexander

There it sat on the top of the hill, the ancient Victorian mansion. The paint was peeling, the porch was sagging, and inside, a ghost was waiting.

Join three children as they move into the house, and come face to face with the ghost. What does she want? And what can the kids do about it?

They read through her diary and find that her infant child, just a few weeks old, has told a secret about her past that could cost her everything. She finds herself banished from her husband’s house. She is placed in a carriage with her children and the driver is ordered to send her away, but she never makes it. The carriage topples over just outside the gates to the house, leaving her ghost to wander the halls.

Swallowing their fear, the kids try to communicate with the ghost. She begs them to help her, but can they?

Join three kids as they try to help a ghost in this exciting children’s book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LearningIsland.com
• Release date: Nov 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466174573

Caitlind L. Alexander

Caitlind Alexander is the author of over 60 books for children, including the Jamie and Kendall Broderick Mystery series, the 14 Fun Facts and 101 Fun Facts series, the Wonderful World of Animals Series, and the Miss Jones series.She lives in California where she loves to visit historic places and learn about new things. She also loves to travel and has been all over the world.

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THE GHOST OF

ANGELINA KITTURA

By Caitlind L. Alexander

A LearningIsland.com

Mystery

Editor: Jennifer Robinson

Smashwords Edition

(c) Copyright 2004 Caitlind L. Alexander. All rights reserved.

Published by LearningIsland.com.

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The Ghost of Angelina Kittura / Caitlind L. Alexander

Summary: Three young children are confronted with a mystery in their new house, and the sad ghost of a long lost woman.

1. Mystery. Juvenile Literature. 2. Ghosts. Juvenile Literature.

Created in USA

Reading Level: 5.6

Words: 20,706

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: A New Place

Chapter 2: The Locked Room

Chapter 3: The Cradle that Rocked

Chapter 4: The Ghost Appears

Chapter 5: More Clues to the Ghost

Chapter 6: The Mysterious Secret

Chapter 7: More Information

Chapter 8: Another Lead

Chapter 9: More Mysteries

Chapter 10: The Death of Angelina

Chapter 11: Mystery and More Mystery

Chapter 12: Angelina Explains Her Tears

Chapter 13: A Partial Answer

Chapter 14: The Mystery is Solved

Epilogue

About the Author

Chapter 1: A New Place

Don't panic, Kathy told herself in as calm a voice as she could find. Don't panic or you'll die.

She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to breath easier, but she just kept seeing her situation replayed on the inside of her eyelids.

Her legs hurt from where the quicksand was pressing in around them. It was coming tighter and tighter until it was shutting off the circulation.

Kathy's eyes flew open and she saw again the haunted house sitting across the wide, dead field. She and the house were alone together on the crest of a hill that not even the birds or forest animals would visit.

Kathy struggled again, but it was useless. The quicksand rose up around her chest. It squoze around her like some huge snake squeezing tighter and tighter, not letting her breathe.

Arms up. Keep your arms up, she ordered herself. Then you'll have something to grab the rope with.

WHAT ROPE? her conscious screamed back. You're up here alone and you're going to die alone.

Kathy raised her hands anyway and the motion immediately caused her to sink even deeper. The sandy monster was inching its way up to her neck. She was being swallowed alive and no one would ever know when or where she had died.

Kathy finally gave in to the panic. She opened her mouth to scream, but only a strangled gasp came out. Flailing her arms wildly, she tried to climb out of the muck as it sucked her deeper and deeper. She tilted her head back, trying to gasp a few last precious seconds of air before it was all over.

Kathy. Kathy wake up! The words pierced her brain like a semi inching its way through blinding fog.

Suddenly her eyes popped open and she looked around. There she was, squashed in the back of the family car next to her twin sister and her little brother.

Her legs still ached and she looked down to find the cooler had toppled from its perch between the front seats and was resting on them. It hadn't been a quicksand monster crushing her legs after all, just their day's supply of food.

Glancing outside, she found that the car had stopped and the sun was just pulling itself above the horizon. Its sleepy gray light cast pale shadows over the town that was as awake as she had been minutes before.

She peered through the window to find they had parked on a narrow business street. The buildings seemed to be all cut from the same cookie cutter and red brick dough. Even the store just down the street looked the same. It was homey, in an old fashioned, small town sort of way. This would definitely take some getting used to, especially after the hustle and bustle of New York City.

(HABS)

Kathy quickly flipped her long curly pigtails behind her back and dug her elbow into the set of boney ribs next to her.

Are we there yet? she quickly asked, enjoying the fact that for once she was awake first.

Ow, Karen mumbled as she awoke from a deep slumber. Though twins, Karen and Kathy didn't look at all alike. Kathy had long, light brown hair while Karen's was much shorter and darker. And Karen's skin was a lighter tone than Kathy's.

Are we there yet? Karen parroted, transferring the nudge to seven year old Bobby who sat on the far side. Tag-along, wake up. We're there.

Where's the house? Bobby asked, sleep mingled with a touch of fear. Bobby's hair and skin tones matched Kathy's but his face housed an impish grin and a large set of freckles.

At that moment their father emerged from the building parked beside the car. D. Pratman, Attorney at Law, Kathy read from the picture window across the front. Serving the town of Chesterton for over six generations.

The downstairs office was dark, but in the apartment upstairs, a light was still burning. Their father walked quickly down the stairs and climbed into the car. Before he was even settled, the questions began.

What does the house look like? Karen asked.

Is it real far from town? Bobby wanted to know.

And is it really haunted like Great Aunt Margaret and Great Aunt Hilda said it was? That was from Kathy, who said it with a shiver of delight. She loved a good ghost story.

Does it really have ghosts? Bobby asked in a fearful voice.

There are no such thing as ghosts, Mr. Peters said. That was just a story that my great aunts used to tell when I visited there as a little