RKPJAM_Jamestown

Just as she continued to list her worries in
her head, there was another series of CRACK…
CRACK… CCCCCRACKKK!
The other kids bolted straight up, and each
one seemed to automatically clasp their hands to
their eyes, or ears, or mouth. All except Christina,
who listened intently. All she could think of was
bears, alligators, or the ghosts of long dead Indians.
As the obviously loud footsteps made their way
to the opening of the house, they all held their breaths.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed into their eyes.
“Hoodie Hoo!” cried a deep voice. “Who’s that
sleeping in the Indians’ beds? The three little bears?”
In spite of himself, Grant giggled. “No, it’s
the four little scared kids,” he said.
Into the house stepped a very large and tall
man. He was almost invisible in his dark pants and
shirt, but the flashlight he held shined enough light
to make his star-shaped badge glisten in the night.
“I’m Harry,” he said. “The night watchman.
Whataya kids doing in here? Got locked in?” He
laughed. “Happens all the time!”
Soon, Harry rousted them from their
planned sleeping quarters and got them inside the
museum gift shop and turned on the lights.
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