CHAPTER 6
Shortly after dark, a loud rapping at the
front door echoed throughout the wood frame of the Oakley
farmhouse. Carly heard the banging from the kitchen where she was
drying the dinner dishes, putting them in the cupboard to the left
of the sink. She stood on a small stool to reach the shelf. Buster
heard the banging from his perch on the kitchen table where he had
fallen asleep convinced he had consumed every morsel of leftover
food. Grandpa Oakley heard the banging in the living room where he
was sitting in his large recliner reading the newspaper. He raised
his glasses, put down the paper, and walked to the door. Carly
looked over her shoulder, through the hallway and into the living
room. Buster opened one eye, saw that food was not being offered,
and resumed his
