Blatchford was scary any night of the year, not just on Halloween. It was a very old part of town with crooked streets and bad lighting. Cats yowled and scrapped in the alleys, and teenagers with tattoos hung out under the bridges by the park. In the middle of it all, a huge apartment building loomed like a castle, darkened with age. It poked up above all the buildings around it. And when there was a full moon, its two towers looked like they were nibbling at it. Some said it was haunted... * Dwayne and Dwight didn't notice the car creeping along the street beside them... Inside the car, Carolina Giddle sighed and shook her head, so that the crystal globes dangling from her ears spun around. Sometimes, when things got out of kilter, spinning the crystals helped. The truth was, she was lost. As she tried to look at a street map and steer, she wasn't moving much faster than the boys ... Carolina Giddle came to a full stop. She patted something about the size of a shoebox on the seat beside her. It was covered with a red bandana. "Are you awake, Chiquita?" Carolina whispered. Then she giggled. "Saints preserve us, will you look at that. I've been holding the map upside down. Why, we just need to turn left at this next corner." Excerpted from The Elevator Ghost by Glen Huser All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.