The Mystery at Blair House
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The howling winds made the shutters on the old Blair House rattle. Shane Jackson dragged his 11-year-old sister, Portia, up the steps.
"Stop being such a wimp," he shouted. "We promised Mom we would deliver this package to Mr. Blair." Thirteen-year-old Shane knocked on the door. When no one answered, Portia pushed gently against the oaken door. Nothing could have prepared them for what they found inside.
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"Mr. Blair?" whispered Portia. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, staring vacantly. "What's up, Mr. B.?" asked Shane.
"Come close, children, and give me the package." The children obeyed. When he peered inside the box, his expression turned grim. "This is very bad news."
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"Bad news?" asked Shane. Mr. Blair nodded.
Portia peered into the box. Inside was a clock. There was also a note: "As the clock ticks, your time grows short," read Portia. "What's going on, Mr. B.?" asked Shane.
Mr. Blair sighed and said, "Children, I need your help."
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"What do you need us to do?" asked Shane.
But before Mr. Blair could answer, the lights went out and the children heard a scream. When the lights came back on, Mr. Blair was gone. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock.
