The Smoky Corridor

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Judy and George pulled into the driveway at the front of the school.

They had already driven around the cemetery loop road and hadn’t seen Zack, the teacher, or anybody.

“Maybe they went back to a classroom,” said George as they climbed out of the car with their pizza boxes.

“Would they let Zipper go into the school?”

“Maybe.…” Then George stuck a thumb and forefinger into his mouth and let out a piercing whistle, the kind that could stop taxicabs in Times Square.

Judy almost dropped her pizza.

“He usually comes when I whistle like that,” George explained.

Judy’s ears were ringing.

She’d be surprised if the whistle didn’t wake the dead people back in the cemetery!