"Someone's inside!" Marcus whispered to himself. "Maybe a burglar, or else . . . or else the Lady in Black!" He stared at the light on the balcony. "Naw, that's silly," he thought. "Somebody just forgot to turn out the lights, that's all. And even if it is the Lady in Black . . ." For a moment he stood motionless, thinking of Mrs. Olson's tales of the mysteries connected with the Stevenson House. No one had been able to solve them . . .
It sure would be something to see a real ghost, if there is such a thing!
Marcus took a deep breath. Summoning up all his courage, he stepped toward the staircase and slowly began to climb the steep stairs to the balcony.
It wasn't until he was up the steps and across the balcony, almost close enough to touch the door to the main house, that Marcus began to wonder whether he was doing the right thing. Feeling weak in the knees, he steadied himself against the side of the building. The yellow light from inside the house flickered in the window and fell in a little pool at his feet.
"I shouldn't go in there by myself," he thought. "Maybe I'd better go wake up Mr.
Todd . . ." Keeping his eyes on the partly open door, Marcus pushed himself away from the wall. A few quick steps, and he could be running back down the stairs to safety . . . He bit his lip.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the doorknob.
At that instant a shrill sound of laughter came from inside the Stevenson House. . . .