The Ghost Let Go

By Bruce Coville

Nina ("Nine") Tanleven and her friend Chris Gurley find themselves stranded in an isolated old house on a country road. They're not surprised to find that the place is haunted - they've had a lot of experience with ghosts already. But can they help this ghost find peace in only one night?

Funny, spooking, touching, this story features the popular heroines of THE GHOST IN THE THIRD ROW.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bruce Coville
• Release date: Oct 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465765949

Bruce Coville

BRUCE COVILLE is the author of over 100 books for children and young adults, including the international bestseller My Teacher is an Alien, the Unicorn Chronicles series, and the much-beloved Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher. His work has appeared in a dozen languages and won children's choice awards in a dozen states. Before becoming a full time writer Bruce was a teacher, a toymaker, a magazine editor, a gravedigger, and a cookware salesman. He is also the creator of Full Cast Audio, an audiobook company devoted to producing full cast, unabridged recordings of material for family listening and has produced over a hundred audiobooks, directing and/or acting in most of them. Bruce lives in Syracuse, New York, with his wife, illustrator and author Katherine Coville.

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The Ghost Let Go

by

Bruce Coville

(Author of My Teacher Is an Alien; Aliens Ate My Homework; Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher; Into the Land of the Unicorns, and many others)

Published by Oddly Enough at Smashwords

Copyright 1994 Bruce Coville

For more information about the author and his works, please visit http://www.brucecoville.com/

The Ghost Let Go

by

Bruce Coville

Thunder rumbled overhead.

A crack of lightning split the midnight sky.

My father said a word I don’t get to use.

What’s the matter, James? asked Chris Gurley. (My father’s name is actually Henry, but Chris and I were sitting in the backseat and pretending he was our chauffeur, so we were calling him James.)

Nothing, Dad muttered, as heavy drops began to spatter the windshield. I just wanted to get back to Syracuse before this storm started. I’m exhausted.

We were driving home from a Halloween storytelling concert put on by a couple of Dad’s friends. I was thinking about their last story, the tale of The Phantom Hitchhiker, when I spotted a woman walking along the road ahead of us.

I felt a shiver, as if the story was coming true. Stop it, Nine, I told myself. You’re being silly. Before I could suggest to Dad that we should offer the woman a ride she turned and ran straight at us, waving her arms wildly. As she got closer I could see that she was screaming. For a terrifying moment, I actually thought she was going to fling herself onto our hood.

Dad, watch out! I cried—unnecessarily, since he was already slamming his foot against the brake and wrenching the steering wheel to the right. I caught a terrifying glimpse of the woman’s twisted, screaming face through my window as we shot past, missing her by inches.

We were going way too fast when we hit the side of the road. Next thing I knew we were bouncing down a steep bank and I realized with horror that we were going to roll over.

Everything seemed to slow down as the car went onto its side, then its top. When we stopped, I was hanging upside down in the