Halloween was a windy dark day. Lewis sat in the window of his bedroom and watched the wind strip the trees of the few ragged brown leaves that remained. He felt sad and scared. He was sad because he had disobeyed his uncle, who was always kind to him. And he felt scared because he had promised Tarby that he would meet him in the graveyard at twelve o’clock on Halloween night, so that the two of them could raise up the spirit of a dead person. Or try to. Lewis didn’t think it would work, and he was kind of hoping that it wouldn’t.
