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looked around. “There,” he said pointing at a cloaked figure on a horse. Suddenly, I found myself glad that the sun had dipped below the horizon. The guy on the horse stopped next to the other two. What was going on? They didn’t run from him. In fact, they seemed to know each other.
    They talked for several minutes before the man on the horse rode off disappearing in the darkness. The two on the ground passed insults before parting. Well that confirmed it. The guy on the horse was no ghost.
    The faint glow attracted my attention again. That had to be the ghost, but why would a ghost spy on a couple of guys having an argument? This was just too weird for me so I did what any self-respecting sleuth would do: I headed for it.
    “Mel,” hissed Greg.
    “See that faint light up there?”
    Greg nodded.
    “That is the ghost, but I don’t think he’s cursed like the legend says.”
    I continued running across the field. Greg chased after me annoyed at my lack of caution. I flew over the landscape with my boots crashing through the grass. Just I reached the ridge where the ghost was, the light vanished. Great. A shy ghost.
    “Mel,” huffed Greg as he caught up.
    “He vanished,” I said annoyed.
    “Maybe you only thought you saw something.”
    I glared at Greg, not that he could see me since it had gotten really dark.
    “Mel!” hissed Jackie.
    I whipped my head in her direction. She and Jack had apparently decided to explore the ridge. She pointed below us. I watched as the figure on the horse pranced about in a circle before riding off again. What was the deal with the black figure on the horse?
    Jackie and Jack hurried over to Greg and I. “Did you see that?” asked Jackie. “I think you’re right. He’s no ghost.”
    “Yeah, so why is he pretending to be one?” I asked. “Did you see a faint light around here?”
    “Yeah,” said Jack, “That was weird.”
    “I think that was the real ghost,” I replied, “and I think he was spying on the two guys that I saw talking to the man on the horse.”
    “Now this is getting really strange,” said Jackie.
    Strange was right. Mr. Kellmore stumbled upon something. “Jackie, I think we need to go to the flea market tomorrow,” I said, “And we need to know who Mr. Kellmore’s immediate relatives are.”
    “Fine,” said Jack, “I‘ll look them up.”
    That was a first. Jack never volunteered to help on a case before. He must have been just as interested in this as we were.
    “It’s all settled,” said Greg, “I think we ought to go home.”
    “Yeah, you’re right,” I said.
    Grudgingly, I left the estate. I didn’t want to, but it was doubtful that I would find anything else that night. But that antique place at the flea market was next on my list of places to investigate.
     

Chapter 4
    Groggily, I pushed the covers off of me the next morning to find Jackie’s face right in mine.
    “AHHH!”
    It startled me so much that I jumped out of bed screaming while Jackie just laughed uncontrollably.
    “Your expression was priceless!” giggled Jackie.
    “What do you want?” I groaned, not wanting to get up.
    “You promised me a hot fudge sundae if I went with you to that creepy, old estate where the ghost that kills people lives.”
    “Can’t it wait?”
    “No. Now get up.” Jackie yanked the covers off of me revealing my striped pajamas.
    “Fine. I’m up.” I guess turnabout was fair play considering I did this to her yesterday. I put on some capris and sandals with a tank top. One look outside told me that it was already miserably hot.
    “Come on,” called Jackie from the door jingling her keys.
    “You want a sundae for breakfast?”
    “Yeah,” she replied, “It makes the rest of the day sweeter.”
    I snatched my purse and followed her out the door. We took her car downtown to the local ice cream parlor. There was this locally owned place by a South Korean guy and his wife. Their son was away at college. They had the best ice cream.