Bøker av Christine Burt

Cassie said, "I'm scared. It's dark down here. Where are we?" Then, all of a sudden, they fell into water. They went under and plopped back up and started dog-paddling. A light started coming toward them from under the water. No, it was a white log floating up toward them.Chase said, "Get on. It'll be like riding a surfboard." The large log came up under them, allowing them to stand on it. Lightning bugs sparkled all around their heads. The log wiggled! Both of the pups jumped in the air and came back down on the log."What…what was that?" asked Cassie.Chase was looking at the log. All of a sudden, at the end of the log, a large head appeared. "This is not a log! We need to get off!" screamed Chase.

Granny, the Indian ghost, realized that there was something horribly wrong. The sky was turning dark, and the wind was getting stronger. In a second she was standing on top of the bluff and saw the unimaginable nightmare racing toward her. It can't be! Everybody is in danger! Frightened for her friends, she looked back down along the creek. She was glad that she didn't see any of her creek friends. Then Granny looked out over the valley and saw Charlie and Buster standing in the field. Terror struck. Oh no! I have got to try to warn them.