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Chapter 1
It was an unusually warm autumn day, and Grandma Sweet
opened the front door of her lovely house. She loved it when
the fresh, morning breeze flew through the rooms. The sun
hung high in the eastern sky, big and bright yellow. The silver
wind chime hanging from the roof next to the entrance made a
strange but pleasant sound each time a gentle breeze touched it.
Grandma found the wind chime hanging there almost two
weeks earlier. Thinking it was a surprise gift from one of her
friends, she named the wind chime Mister Bonejingles, because
it looked like a human skeleton that jingled.
Grandma Sweet felt the strange, quiet buzzing and humming in
the air that hinted at the magic and mystery that comes only
during the month of October, on the morning of Halloween.
“You kids better not go too far from the house!” she called out
on her way to the kitchen as she spotted her grandchildren
rushing toward the back door. The smell of cookies baking in
the oven was mouth-watering, and Grandma Sweet wondered
why it didn’t stop the children, as it usually did, from rushing
out of the house.
The screen door flew open with a bang. Nikki Sweet and her
cousin, Jack Brady, charged from the house, across the back
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