The Black Heart Crypt

Judy heard a small explosion, like a firecracker.

Or another pistol shot!

The crowd gathered around the base of the clock tower looked up in horror.

The big black horse bolted free from the distracted police officer holding its reins and trotted up Main Street.

A black raven circled overhead, like a vulture hungry for carrion it could peck to pieces.

And then Zack stuck his head out the hole in the clock, waving Jack the Lantern’s tricornered hat.

“We’re okay. Norman just surrendered.”

The crowd cheered!

“What was that noise, Zachary?” shouted Aunt Hannah.

“His heart breaking!” shouted Zack. Aunt Hannah, Aunt Sophie, and Judy smiled. They knew what Zack meant.

“You sure you’re okay, Zack?” shouted Sheriff Hargrove.

“Yeah. We’re all fine.”

“You kids did good, Zack.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Hang tight up there. We’re coming in.” The sheriff turned to two of his deputies. “Go grab the battering ram. We’re breaking down that darn door!”