TITLE: Ghost Dog of Roanoke Island
GENRE: Middle Grade Ghost Story
In the middle of a hurricane, twelve-year-old Jack has climbed the cliff next to his island home to search the ocean for his missing father...
Sputtering, Jack wiped at his eyes. The rain whipped sideways across the bluff, stinging his cheeks and ears. The ancient oak tree groaned, its gnarled branches, twisting and turning as though possessed. He stepped over the crooked roots, soggy leaves sucking into the mud beneath his feet. Swallowing, he stepped next to the edge. Black water beat at the narrow strip of sandy beach below. He stared south, toward the point. Frothy whitecaps topped the enormous waves making them look like giant rabid sea-monsters. But there was still no sign of Dad.
Fear pumped through his veins. Where are you Dad? How are we supposed to get Mom and Kimmy now?
“I want off this damn island!” he screamed into the storm.
As if answering his request, the wind pressed hard against his chest, shoving him back to the tree; to where the water pooled into a bowl-shaped gap between the roots, swirling and churning like a witches brew.
Jack’s feet slithered sideways. He grasped at the tree, but it offered no hold. His body tilted as the wet soil slipped beneath him and tossed him into the whirling mire.
The slimy sludge sucked at his legs and arms. It filled his ears and coated his hair. He struggled to free himself but the sludge only pulled harder, inching closer and closer to the rim of the bluff until the river of mud slithered over the edge … carrying him with it.