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A CHLOE WENDLETON MYSTERY:
Mystery of the Crying Ghost
~Rita Hsu Syers

CHAPTER ONE
Ghosts in the House
Present Day - 2005

There are ghosts living in my house, wrote Chloe Wendleton in her diary one cold, snowy night in February. Outside she could hear the trees rubbing against each other, making a cracking sound as a high wind screamed around the eaves of the house. It had been snowing fiercely all day. She was lying on her bed, dressed in warm pink flannel pajamas with cats on them, her feet encased in thick white socks. The bed was piled high with pillows. Her Himalayan cat, Isis, was curled among them, purring loudly. The cat's eyes were half-closed, and she looked the picture of contentment. Chloe's dog Killian, a large Golden Retriever, lay stretched out on the floor, snoring peacefully. It was 8:30 and Chloe was supposed to be getting ready for bed, but she was too excited to even think about sleeping. There was sure to be no school tomorrow because of all the snow. She heard her grandfather tell Maria-Luiza, their housekeeper, that there was at least twelve inches on the ground already, and it was supposed to continue all night. She began to write again.

I see them all the time now. There are two of them, a girl with long blonde hair and a little boy with yellow curls all over his head. They're holding hands. The girl is older then me, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and the little boy is two or three years old. He looks like he's the same age as Kendall. The first time I saw them I was so scared I couldn't even move. But the girl SMILED at me, and after that I knew she wasn't going to hurt me. I still get nervous when they appear. The crying started right after I moved in, and no one hears it but me. I was standing with Grandpa and Maria-Luiza one night when the crying started, but they never said anything. The first time I saw them was weird, I saw a curtain move on the third floor and a little white face looking out at me. That was the scariest thing EVER. Now I hear the crying all the time. I think it's the little boy ghost crying.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows and made the cat jump. The storm seemed to be getting worse. Definitely no school tomorrow...