Phantom of the Cemetery

By Robert L. Nelson

Danny, playing detective, wanted to find out if the Phantom of the Cemetery was real. While trying to solve this mysterious case, Danny must also keep himself out of trouble at school.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491857885

Robert L. Nelson

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© 2014 Robert L. Nelson. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 2/19/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4918-5789-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-5788-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014901482

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Contents

1.   Monday

2.   Tuesday

3.   Wednesday

4.   Thursday

5.   Friday

6.   Saturday

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1

Monday

I’m telling you, Danny, I seen this guy take my bike and my lunch. He was all dressed in white. He looked like a ghost. He was so fast that he was gone in a minute. I’m not kidding ya, Danny. I think he was the Phantom of the Cemetery. He really scared me, said Jimmy. There I was, ready to eat my sandwich, and in a flash he disappeared, no kidding.

Jimmy Lumper sat behind me in my sixth grade class at Garfield Elementary School. He was really a pain in the sinuses, always coming up with some crazy stories that were really wild. His telling about some phantom was really a joke. For years people in our little town were telling the tale of some unfortunate local lover. It seems that some guy named Pete Lang had been engaged to a girl by the name of Mabel Oldenburg, but unfortunately she died a week before the wedding. The story goes on to say that poor Pete, who was broken hearted, died less than a month later. According to several witnesses soon after Pete’s death a ghostly apparition was seen at times hovering around Mabel’s grave. Though none of this has ever really been checked very carefully, the so called Phantom of the Cemetery has become a town tradition. Evidently Jimmy was a firm believer in the tale.

Man, I don’t know if I’ll ever get my bike back. This guy looked mighty mean, no kidding, Jimmy muttered on.

If he said no kidding one more time I didn’t know if I could take it.

All this time I was half turned in my seat trying to listen to what Jimmy was babbling about, but at the same time I was doing my best to hear what our teacher, Mrs. Armbuster, was saying about some guy by the name of Pepin the Short in history class. I don’t know which was worse, Jimmy and his phantom or some old bird with a strange name like Pepin the Short. I do know that if old Mrs. Armbuster caught me talking to Jimmy I would be in a peck of trouble, so I tried to get Jimmy to shut up before it was too late. Unfortunately it was too late.

All right, Danny White, since you seem to be more interested in what Jimmy Lumper has to say than what I do, maybe you can tell the class all that you know about the great Pepin, shouted Mrs. Armbuster.

Geez was I mad. That dumb Jimmy had gotten me into trouble again. Well, I stammered, Pepin was very short.

The class roared with laughter. Molly Burger, who sat in the front seat, right in front of Mrs. Armbuster’s desk, sarcastically said, The next thing Danny will tell us is that Pepin had a lot of pep. What a dork. Molly was the champion of champions when it came to being the teacher’s pet. She was always mouthing, Yes, teacher, no teacher, I’ll carry that for you, Mrs. Armbuster. She gave me a king-sized pain, and it didn’t help any when my mother would often say to me, Why can’t you be more like that sweet Molly Burger. No wonder that I delighted in calling her Hamburger."

After all the laughter subsided, Mrs. Armbuster stated in no uncertain terms that I could sit after school for half an hour and that maybe that would impress me enough to pay attention in class.

I was so upset that I couldn’t resist turning around and whispering to Jimmy, Thanks a lot for nothing, Jimbo.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful as we plodded through more of the Middle Ages and then learned when to use who and whom in English class, as useful as that was going to be. When the bell rang at 3:30 the room emptied in a hurry. Sid Bulger, who sat two seats ahead of me had a belly that hung like a sack of potatoes, gave me a slap on the back as he left and said, Have fun, Peppy. I just growled at him in return. Jimmy didn’t say a word as he passed