This is a story I wrote in the late 1980s for a Children’s Literature Class.
You can read the first part here.
A loud crack of thunder brought Matt back to the present with a start. He felt his heartbeats quicken as shadows danced around the room and the light swayed from the ceiling. A bolt of lightning flashed across the black sky and the wind blew the tree limbs across the bare windows. He felt his heartbeats quicken and the hair on the back of his neck quivered.
As a bolt of lightning flashed across the black sky and the wind blew tree limbs into the bare window pane, Matt took in large gasps of air and slowly let them out trying to stop his pounding heart. He looked around the room and found a safe place in the corner where he snuggled down underneath a heavy quilt and continued to read:
You think it’s all imagination, don’t you? It’s not you know. You have psychic powers to help me solve this so long ago mystery. The drowning of Judge Smith and the slaying of Doc Baker.