Find the treasure, Archie,” said the ghost.
It appeared out of nowhere, a dim shape with gleaming eyes and a voice like sandpaper.
“B-but I’m just a kid,” I said.
“Find the treasure before the others,” said the ghost. “Find the treasure. Find the treasure. Find the treasure. . . .”
The voice faded out, and the shape melted away.
My name is Archie Roosevelt. I’m eleven years old. I live with my father, mother, five brothers and sisters, a rabbit, a pony, a macaw, and a ghost.
I never knew my house was haunted. But then, there were a lot of things I...