The Ghostly Mystery by David A. Adler Page A

in front of someone else.
    “What a curious thing to do,” the man in the suit said. “This dinosaur singing group seems to attract odd fans.”
    “Excuse me,” Cam said, “but I’m not odd.”
    “Someone should stop that ghost,” Eric said. “He’s scaring lots of people.”
    The ghost yelled, “Boo!” and waved his arms at a group of teenagers. They yelled, “Boo!” and waved their arms back at him.
    Then the ghost held up his arms and ran in circles around a small boy and his mother. When the ghost yelled, “Boo!” the boy grabbed onto his mother and cried.
    “Scaring young children is not funny,” Aunt Molly said.

    “That’s an evil ghost,” the man in the suit said.
    “Hey, you!” a security guard from the back of the line called out. “Stop that!”
    The guard was hurrying toward the ghost.
    Another guard was running from the front of the line.
    They chased the ghost away from the line and into the train station. The entrance to the station was just past the end of the line.
    Lots of people were leaving the train station. They hurried past the ghost. Some smiled when they saw his costume.
    The ghost walked up to a short old man wearing a bright yellow shirt. The man was bent slightly forward. He was holding papers and magazines to his chest. He didn’t seem to notice the ghost.
    “Oh, no!” Aunt Molly said. “I hope he doesn’t scare that old man.”
    But that’s just what the ghost did.
    The ghost jumped in front of him. The ghost waved his arms and yelled, “Boo!”
    The old man looked up and saw the ghost. The old man opened his mouth as if he was about to scream. But he didn’t. His hands fell to his sides. His papers and magazines scattered. The man clutched his heart and dropped to the ground.

Chapter Three
    The old man’s arms and legs were stretched out. His glasses had fallen off. His newspapers and magazines were on the ground.
    The guards and a few people from the line ran to the man. A teenaged girl was the first to get to him. She shook the man and said, “Get up! Get up!”
    The man didn’t move.
    “I knew it!” Aunt Molly said. “He was so scared that he had a heart attack.”
    The ghost turned. He looked at the guards and the people. Then he ran off.
    One of the guards and two teenagers chased after the ghost. But then the old man opened his eyes.
    He moaned. “Oh! Oh! Help!”
    The guard and the teenagers turned. They ran to the man.
    The old man put his hand to his heart. He closed his eyes.
    “I’ll call for an ambulance,” one guard told the other. “You stay here.”

    The guard took a small telephone from his pocket. He spoke into it. He said there was an emergency. He spoke about the old man and gave his location.
    “Step back,” the other guard said. “Give him air.”
    “Just a minute,” the guard talking into the telephone said. He hurried to the old man. He bent close to the man’s face and listened.
    Cam whispered to Eric, “He’s checking if the man is breathing.”
    Then the guard picked up the man’s hand.
    “Now he’s checking the man’s pulse,” Cam said.
    The guard spoke into the telephone again.
    “He’s breathing. His pulse is steady.”
    The guard held the telephone close to his ear for another minute and listened. Then he put the telephone in his pocket.
    The other guard called out, “Is there a doctor here?”
    “I’m a baker,” someone said.
    “I’m a teacher.”
    “I run a large business,” the man in the suit said. “We sell cloth to stores all over the world.”
    “This man needs a doctor, not someone who sells cloth,” the guard said.
    “My cousin is a doctor,” one woman said, “and I know what to do. Raise the man’s head.”
    “No. Raise his feet,” someone else said.
    “Breathe into his mouth.”
    “No. Just leave him alone.”
    The guard looked at the old man. The old man took a deep breath. He opened his eyes. He looked at the guard and the crowd. He took another deep breath and closed his