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The noble Native American ruler materialized accompanied by his daughter, Princess Nepauduckett.

She wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she looked happy.

The towering chieftain gestured for Zack to come down and join him on the dewy patch of grass. Zack did. Meghan and the adults followed him down the porch steps.

“Do you know who I am?” the apparition asked.

“I think so.”

“You’re Sassakus!” said Mrs. McKenna, the history buff.

“I cursed this land because I knew white men to be demons. They accused my daughter of stealing corn. They executed her here on Hangman’s Hill.” When Sassakus stepped forward, his necklace of shells rattled like a skeleton’s tambourine. “But I have seen what you have done this day. Why did you take the other boy’s place?”

“I don’t know, sir,” Zack answered honestly. “It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I wanted to help.”

Sassakus nodded thoughtfully. “You are not like the others. You are not a demon. You are the demon slayer?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I just wanted to help out the good guys.” Zack turned around to point up at the moonlit theater building and wasn’t at all surprised to see that, once again, a whole host of ghostly actors and stagehands were crowded in the glowing windows on all five floors—even up in every turret and tower.

“You are special, Zack Jennings, yes?”

“He is,” said Judy, standing behind Zack, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Very special.”

“Very well.” Sassakus clapped his hands. “The ones below are banished forever. I remove my curse and forgive the evil done unto my daughter, for I do not wish that same evil to rule my soul for all eternity.”

For a second, Zack wondered if Sassakus was talking about the kind of evil done to Zack by his mother, Susan Potter. Maybe she had tried to help him. Maybe she had shown up back at the hotel to protect him from Mad Dog Murphy. It was a possibility.

So was it time for him to forgive her?

Time to move forward without constantly looking back?

Maybe. Maybe not. Hey, it took Sassakus what? Four-hundred some years. Zack might need a little more time, too.

“Come, daughter. We must move on.”

“Where to?”

“Someplace much happier. Our time here is ended.”

With that, they disappeared.

“Huzzah!” the phantom actors shouted from every window. “Huzzah!”

“Attaboy, Zachary!” shouted Mr. Willowmeier from way up in the highest tower. Zack heard two girls giggle. He figured Mr. Willowmeier was throwing another one of his famous cast parties.

“So many,” said Kimble.

“Can you see them, Mom?” Meghan asked.

“Yes, dear. How could I not?”

Wilbur Kimble shook his head in awe. “So, so many.”

“Mr. Kimble?”

“Aya?”

“Well, sir, I finally saw my dead mother today.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir. I think it’s because I really, truly believe I wasn’t the one who made her miserable or killed her. The same way
you
didn’t kill your sister.”

“I suppose not.”

“Hey, I just met the guy who
did
. He should change his name from Professor Nicodemus to Doctor Nutjob.”

“I just wish I could’ve stopped him.”

“You were ten years old!”

“Aya.”

“Plus, you didn’t have any pyrotechnical devices or an ace gunner covering your back!”

“You’re right. Nicodemus killed Clara. Not me.”

“I think Clara agrees.”

“You do, do you?”

Zack smiled. “But don’t take my word. Ask her yourself.”

Kimble turned around and saw what Zack had already seen; his sister, standing on the porch, juggling six spinning balls high above her head.

“Clara?”

“Hello, Wilbur! It’s wonderful to see you again!”

As Mr. Kimble wiped away a tear and went up the steps to join his sister, Judy came over to Zack and gestured toward the building. “So, Zack. Is your mother up there?”

Zack shook his head. “Nope. She’s standing right next to me.”

“I meant your real mother.”

“I know. Me too.”

When Zack said that, Judy kissed him, too.

Acknowledgments

I want to thank my incredible editor, R. Schuyler Hooke, who truly knows how to help a writer find the story buried underneath all the words.

Elizabeth Mackey Johnson, Lisa McClatchy, Jenny Madden, and all the wonderful people at Random House who treat their authors so well.

My agent, Eric Myers.

My incredible wife, cheerleader, and first reader, J.J.—you should hear her do all the voices!

Meghan, Sam, Rodman John, Anna, Riley, Maddie, Wendell, Wesley, Timothy, and all my other early readers.

Our gray cat Parker, who so graciously posed for me during the creation of Jinx.

Our dog, Fred, who is a big Zipper and a constant inspiration. I’m so glad he had to do his business that one time at three a.m.

And most especially, I’d like to thank all the teachers, students, parents, and librarians who have taken Zack and Judy into their hearts and homes. You guys are the best.

Chris Grabenstein
is the author of
The Crossroads
, which
Booklist
called a “rip-roaring ghost story” in its starred review, as well as six critically acclaimed adult mysteries and thrillers. In fact, his first book,
Tilt-A-Whirl
, won the Anthony Award for best first mystery. If any of that sounds like a TV commercial, maybe it’s because Chris wrote copy for TV and radio ads for too, too long. He also wrote for Jim Henson’s Muppets and co-wrote the CBS TV movie
The Christmas Gift
, starring John Denver. Right out of college, Chris did improvisational comedy with some of the top performers in New York City, including one guy named Bruce Willis. Chris and his wife, J.J., live in Manhattan with three cats and a dog named Fred, who starred on Broadway in
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
. You can visit Chris and go behind the scenes of
The Hanging Hill
at
www.ChrisGrabenstein.com
.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2009 by Chris Grabenstein

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Grabenstein, Chris. The Hanging Hill / Chris Grabenstein. — 1st ed. p. cm. Summary: While working at a summer stock theater, eleven-year-old Zack and his stepmother encounter the ghost of one of Connecticut’s most notorious criminals.
eISBN: 978-0-375-85384-5
[1. Ghosts—Fiction. 2. Stepmothers—Fiction. 3. Theater—Fiction. 4. Criminals—Fiction. 5. Connecticut—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.G7487Han 2009
[Fic]—dc22           
2008027274

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