Had they really heard a ghost dog? “No. It was a rush of air whooshing round the ruins. That’s all.” Ryan said. “It sounded like a dog,” Zeb said. “We were looking at a picture of a dog,” Ryan explained. “So when we heard the noise we thought it was a dog.” That made sense. Believing in ghostly hounds when you were in a spooky place was one thing. Believing in them in the safety of the bunk room was just too silly for words. That night, after lights out, Ryan felt under his pillow for his lucky tin. It was not there. Where could it be? He racked his memory. Finally he realized. It was in the woods. When they were running away from the ruin, it must have fallen from his pocket. He tossed and turned. That tin had been through a whole war – through all kinds of dangers. And now it was lost in Claygate Woods. He had to find it. He owed it to Grandad. When he thought everyone was asleep, he slipped quietly out of bed and got dressed. Sleepily, Zeb leaned over the top bunk.
What do You think about The Claygate Hound (1999)?
