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"It'll be worth it.  You'll see."

"Got something planned?"  Kim wiped at a crumb of burger bun at the

corner of her mouth.

"I might."

"So tell us."

"And make it good, please," said Steve.  "Because I really don't see

this so far.  I mean, what's the big deal about walking into an empty

house at night, looking around and leaving?  It's kids' stuff.  It

would make more sense to do it someplace in town.  If we can't get

caught, Where's the risk?  What's the point?"

"There's no risk.  But I can still make it fun.  It's kids' stuff, all

right.  But use your imaginations.  You'll see."

"See what?"

"Will you tell us for chrissake?"

"Come on, Case," I said.  "Let's have it.  Skip the buildup."

She looked at me and grinned.  I wasn't a conspirator, but I felt like

one.  Whatever her idea was we hadn't discussed it.  She knew damn well

I wasn't happy with the thing.  I'd go along.  She didn't have to sell

me like she did the other two.  But I wasn't happy.

She was, though.

She'd found a way to shoo the boredom again.

"Hide and seek," she said.

Kim's mouth made a big scowly streak across her face.  "What?"

Steve looked at her the way an adult will look at an annoying child.  I

just sat there, thinking about it.

"Hide and seek.  Just the way we used to play it when we were kids. But

we play it in the Crouch place."

You could feel it dawning on them.  It was a dumb idea, all right, but

it had possibilities, ambiguities.  Personally I'd rather have been in

Sheboygan.

"I get it.  The place is supposed to be haunted or something, right?"

Steve's index finger darted at her like the tongue of a snake.

"Right.  So we play with that a little, see?  No flashlights allowed.

A strange house.  At night.  Alone.  A place we don't know and have

never been in before."

Kimberley nodded.  "The vague possibility of a cop coming along."

"Very vague," I told her.  I hoped I was right.

"But still there," said Casey.

"And us with the lights off, trying to find one another in the dark in

an old, weird house."  Kim's voice was excited now, the concept in full

bloom.

Steve snapped his fingers.

"I like it.  I really do.  You're right- it's kids' stuff, but it's

good."

"A whole lot better than The Love Bug."

That was the movie at the Colony tonight.  Kim shivered.

"I'm spooked already."

All of them turned to me.

"Clan?"  said Casey.

I shrugged.  "Why not?"

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  It was the kind of kiss

you get from grandmothers on your tenth birthday.

"It's settled then."

She drained her chocolate egg cream.  Steve's straw gurgled in the

bottom of his glass.

"When do we go?"

"What's wrong with tonight?"

"Sooner the better."

Kim was hopping around in her seat by now.  "Okay, so what do wp

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"Despite what Casey says, I'd suggest flashlights," I told them.  She

started to object.

"We don't have to use them, Case.  But just to be on the safe side.

That house is pretty old, you know.  Floors start to go in old houses,

things fall down on you.  I don't think if one of us got hurt we'd want

to depend on matches."

Steve held up the bandaged hand.  "He's right."

"I'd also suggest a couple six-packs.  Apart from that, Ican'tthink of

anything."

"limp?"

"Midnight, of course," said Kimberley.

Casey nodded.  "We should meet say at Dan's place at eleven,

eleven-thirty."

"Right"

There was a silence then.  Everybody smiled at one another.  I think we

all felt pretty silly.  Kim started to giggle.

"You've had some dumb ideas, Casey.  But this one ..."

"Thanks."

"I mean really."

"I appreciate it."

"Ghosts, for god's sake!"  She threw up her hands.  For a moment there

was something very Old Testament about it.  In Harmon's.  A blond girl

in shorts.  Praying.

There was a lot I had to tell them about the Crouch place, but I

waited.

My feeling was that telling them right away would only end in Casey's

finding some way around it.  A few handy rationalizations here and

there and she'd have us going along with no trouble whatsoever.

It seemed my best chance would be to try throwing a scare into them at

the last minute and hope somebody balked.  I wasn't crazy about The

Love Bug either, but it was preferable to something that could get me

arrested.  None of them had ever been caught at anything.  I had.  I

knew it felt lousy.  The old stories about Ben and Mary bothered me a

whole lot less than the off chance that some nosy local farmer would

drive by and realize there was somebody inside there and call the

police.  I never really credited Rafferty's speculations about strange

disappearances, but I credited bad luck.  I credited that, all right.

We met at my apartment.

Casey showed up in the same blue halter top and cream shorts, looking

like she was ready for a picnic.  I told her that if the night turned

cold, she was going to freeze out there.  She dipped into the green

book bag and pulled out the corner of an army shirt, looking at me as

if to say, no small objections, thanks.  I made no more of them.

Kim wore overalls over a yellow cotton blouse.  Both had seen some use.

It was a good choice, practical for the kind of thing we were doing.

Predictably Steven's shirt was bright with tropical colors -greens,

yellows and red-orange-worn over white linen slacks.  The swathe of

bandage on his hand made him look like an injured tourist in a banana

republic.  As usual he was last to arrive.

"You're gonna be a mess in that," I told him.

He shrugged.  "I'll get clean again."

There were three flashlights between us.  Kim had found out hers was

broken.  I told her she could have mine.  It wasn't chivalry.

I still wasn't counting on anything to happen tonight.  I still hoped

I could talk them out of it.

We got into the blue Le Baron, and Steven got behind the wheel, and we

started off through town.

I waited until we were out on the coast road, with all the houselights

and streetlights behind us for maximum effect, and then I spun my

little story for them.

I told them about the doctor being afraid and made it sound worse than

Rafferty had told it.  I told them about the caves and about Ben and

Mary being imbeciles who were driven off their land through somebody's

greed and made them sound as vengeful as I dared.

Then I wrapped it up.

"Steve, you said there was a light in the house that night.  I said

bullshit.  But suppose you were right?  Suppose it's them, in from the

caves?  Are you folks absolutely sure you'd want to meet up with them

in the dark?"

For a while nobody talked, and the atmosphere got pretty strange inside

the car.  I knew I'd done okay.  If I was ever going to turn them back,

I'd just taken my best shot.  I'd made it weird and spooky.  It was so

quiet in there you could hear the wind whistle over the hood and the

tires thumping over bad road.  And there was nobody around for miles.

Pretty good place for a ghost story.

It hung in the air a long moment.  I could feel the chips stacking up

along my side of the table.

For a second or two I thought I had it.  Then Casey calmly cut me

Her voice was so ordinary-sounding you'd have thought I'd been reciting

as hopping list.  But at least Steve was a little nervous.

"Jeez, isn't that enough?"

"Of course not.  It only makes it better.  Clan, I want to ask you

something.  Do you really believe there's anybody in there?"

"There could be."

"I didn't ask you that.  I asked you if you really believed there was.

The truth, Clan."

"I'm really not nuts about going in there, Case."

"You're hedging."

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