Chapter Two A Ghost in the Cornfield
This
was to be their last night at Great Grandmother Katie's house. Luke and Jenny
wanted to do something special. They wanted to camp out in the barn. Their
uncle Carl had told them stories about all the animals he and his sisters and
baby brother had raised on their farm when they were youngsters. Back then
there had been horses and ponies, dairy cows, pigs and chickens. But those days
were long gone. The only animals left on the farm now were Rufus, Aunt Vickie's
sheepdog, and a few outdoor cats. The barn was now being used for storing some
of the large pieces of equipment belonging to the company leasing the farm, and
the only animals living in it were field mice. Their mother had made it quite
clear that she thought it was much too dangerous for them to sleep out in the
barn. Luke and Jenny were disappointed, but when Great Grandmother Katie
suggested they could camp out on the screened-in back porch instead their
mother agreed.
As
she settled into her sleeping bag, Jenny reached into her backpack for her
journal and began writing. Luke, as usual, was playing games on his tablet as
he settled into his sleeping bag. They could hear the grown-ups inside the
house playing cards. It was a pleasant ending to a pleasant day.
"Jenny,
can I ask you a question?"
"Sure,
Luke, what is it?"
"How
come you like to write in your journal?"
"I
just like to write about stuff." She paused for a moment. "You know,
I've been thinking. I think I'd like to be a reporter when I grow up. I'd like
to work for one of those travel magazines. Then I can travel all over the world
and write about all the things I see."
"Have
you been writing anything in your journal about what happened to us in
Tombstone and in Lincoln? When we met the Swamper and Paul and when they took
us back in time?"
"No,
Luke, I haven't."
"How
come?"
Jenny
thought carefully before she answered her brother's question. "Because we
have to be careful, Luke. It's like Paul told us. We have a gift. We can see
things that most people can't."
She
paused for a moment and looked over at her brother.
"Why
all the questions?"
"Because
something's been bothering me."
"What?"
"I
feel like we're being secretive by not telling Mom about it."
"I
know what you mean, Luke. But even if we tried to tell her about it she'd never
believe us. She'd probably say we were making it all up."
"Yeah!
And then maybe she'd ground us. And I don't think it's right that we should get
grounded when we haven't done anything wrong."
"I
know. I've been thinking about that too. And if we really were doing something
wrong then yes, we'd also be in the wrong for keeping it from her."
"But
if we did tell her, she might think we're nutty, like Aunt Tina."
Aunt
Tina was their father's younger sister. She was an astrologer and the assistant
manager of a new age bookstore in Tucson. Aunt Tina had always been kind to
Luke and Jenny, and they were fond of her too. But they also knew their mother
didn't approve of her. And while she knew it would be wrong to discourage her children
from having a good relationship with their aunt, she had told them that she
thought Aunt Tina's beliefs were nonsense.
"You
know, Luke, while we were in Dallas, I had an instant messenger chat with Aunt
Tina about it."
"Really?
What did she say? Did she believe you?"
"Of
course she believed me. She's a psychic, you know. She says sometimes she sees
spirit people too. But she also warned me that we should be discreet about it.
Otherwise people might think we're crazy."
"That's
messed up," said Luke. "People shouldn't think you're crazy just
because you can do things they can't."
"I
know. But that's what Aunt Tina said. She says there are a lot of skeptics out
there, just like Mom. Only she says that some of them can be very, very mean
just because you happen to believe in things that they don't. But she also said
we can talk to her about it anytime we want to."
"That's
good."
Luke
went back to his tablet while Jenny went back to writing in her journal. A few
minutes later their uncle Carl came out on the porch.
"Okay,
you guys, it's time for lights out."
Both
Luke and Jenny groaned in protest, but their great uncle reminded them they had
a big day ahead of them tomorrow. Their mother was going to take them to the
James Farm before they started home.
"Are
you two going to be warm enough?" he asked. "Sometimes it can get
pretty cool out here at night."
"We're
fine," answered Jenny. "We're both sleeping in our sweats, and Aunt
Vickie brought us some extra blankets just in case we need them."
"Then
it looks like you guys are okay. Have a good night."
He
turned off the light and told them their mother would be coming out in a little
while to check on them. As they listened to him going back into the house their
eyes adjusted to the darkness. They noticed the full moon lighting the night
sky.
"Jenny!"
"What
is it now, Luke?"
"I
thought I saw someone walking around in the cornfield."
Jenny
rolled over on her stomach and propped her head on her elbows. She stared into
the cornfield.
"See
that?"
"Shhh!
Keep your voice down," she whispered back at her brother. "Do you
want the whole world to hear you?"
She
studied the cornfield again. "You're right, Luke. There's something moving
around in the cornfield. It's probably Rufus."
"I
think Rufus is in the house with the grown-ups," replied Luke.
He
paused and thought it over for a minute. "I guess it must be one of the
cats."
"Whatever,
Luke. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep."
Luke
settled back in his sleeping bag. Moments later he and Jenny began to doze off.
* * *
THUD!
Luke
and Jenny suddenly woke up after hearing a loud banging noise. They both sat up
and looked around.
"Jenny,"
whispered Luke, "did Mom just come in here to check on us?"
They
listened closely for a few moments. Then they heard the sound of the
grandfather clock chiming inside the house. It struck three times. They
realized the grown-ups would all be in bed by now.
"No,
it definitely wasn't Mom," she whispered back, not wanting her little
brother to worry. "Uncle Carl says there's a lot of raccoons around here.
I'll bet that's what it was."
Luke
thought it over for a moment. Then he began to shake his head.
"Whoops!
I'm terribly sorry. I--"
"No,
I don't think it's a raccoon," interrupted Luke. "I think it's
something else. Maybe it's the door to the grain silo."
"No, I don't think so," replied
Jenny. "The grain silo is too far away from the house for us to have heard
a noise that loud. Whatever it was, it was a lot closer. Maybe one of the cats
knocked something over."
Luke
stood up and put on his flip-flops on.
"What
are you're doing?" asked Jenny.
"If
it was one of the cats then I'm going outside to see what it was."
"Are
you crazy?" hissed Jenny. "It's three o'clock in the morning, Luke.
And you're not going out there! What if you wake Mom up?"
Luke
ignored his sister and headed towards the screen door. Jenny groaned as she got
on her feet and put her flip-flops on.
"Maybe
if you keep your voice down you won't wake Mom up," whispered Luke as
Jenny joined him at the door.
"What's
that supposed to mean?" she whispered back at her brother.
"Didn't
you just say 'whoops?' Maybe you're the one who knocked something over."
"No,
I didn't just say 'whoops,'" replied Jenny. "And I didn't knock
anything over. I think you're the one who said 'whoops' and you're trying to
pin it on me."
"I
never said 'whoops,'" Luke argued back.
Luke
and Jenny stopped and looked at one another for a moment. Finally Luke spoke
up.
"Well,"
he whispered. "If you didn't say 'whoops,' and if I didn't say 'whoops,'
then who did?"
Luke
and Jenny nervously turned around and saw a young woman standing on the porch
with them. She looked like she was about eighteen years old. She was slender
with long dark brown hair the same color as Luke's. She wore a long blue dress
with white lace trim and a little red and black hat. It looked much like the
outfits they'd seen the women in Tombstone wearing back in the 1880s. She also
had the same eerie white glow about her that Paul and the Swamper had. They
realized she was a spirit person.
"I
confess," she said as she raised her hands into the air. "I'm the one
who said 'whoops.' And I'm terribly sorry. I must have knocked something
over."
Luke
and Jenny stood silent for a moment. Finally Jenny spoke up.
"So
who are you? And what are you doing on my great grandmother's back porch?"
"Now
where are my manners," she said as she stepped closer. "I should
introduce myself. My name is Kate. I used to live around these parts back when
Frank and Jesse James lived here."
"You
knew the James brothers?" asked Luke. "What were they like?"
"Well,
I didn't know them personally, but I certainly knew them by reputation. I
overheard you talking about them during your picnic, so I decided to wait out
in the cornfield until everyone else went to sleep. I've heard all about your
adventures traveling back in time, so I thought I'd come and offer to take you
two back to the past so you can see Frank and Jesse for yourselves."
"Word
must travel fast among you spirit people," said Jenny,
Kate
laughed. There was a light, almost lyrical sound to her laughter. Then, as had
happened before, a strange flash of light streaked across the sky. And the next
thing they knew, Luke and Jenny were once again back in time.
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