Kelsey and her family have moved into an abandoned B&B that they're fixing up. It's a beautiful place and it even comes with its own bunny…but it also seems to come with its own ghost. With the help of their new bunny friend, Kelsey and her friends and CCSC clubmates Becca and Leo investigate the true source of the mysterious on-goings at the B&B. This story closes out the series in a satisfying way, and includes a very light ghost plot that feels seasonally appropriate. And animal fans will be thrilled to see plenty new animal capers, including the return of the lovable dogs from book 5, Dog-Gone Danger. Praise for The Curious Cat Spy Club : “Pet lovers will enjoy the animal-centric focus, and the mystery will keep them guessing.” ― Publishers Weekly Praise for The Curious Cat Spy Club : “A perfect fit for the budding mystery fan.” ― Booklist Linda Joy Singleton is the author of thirty-five books for children and young adults including YALSA-honored The Seer series and the Dead Girl trilogy. She lives in California. The Trail of the Ghost Bunny Book Six By Linda Joy Singleton Albert Whitman & Company Copyright © 2018 Linda Joy Singleton All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-8075-1392-7 Contents Chapter 1: Ghost Story, Chapter 2: Strange Inheritance, Chapter 3: Tricky Trixie, Chapter 4: Puzzling Prints, Chapter 5: Key to Mystery, Chapter 6: Changing Winds, Chapter 7: Magic Girl, Chapter 8: The Bunny's Clue, Chapter 9: Leo's Surprise, Chapter 10: Is Anyone There?, Chapter 11: Intruder, Chapter 12: Bunny-Napped, Chapter 13: Yarn-Ado, Chapter 14: Dragon Flying, Chapter 15: Lady Bell, Chapter 16: Clueless, Chapter 17: Wag and Wash, Chapter 18: Treasure Hunting, Chapter 19: The Cat's Clue, Chapter 20: Sound of Music, Chapter 21: The Walls Are Alive, Chapter 22: Confronting a Shadow, Chapter 23: The Last Ghost Story, CHAPTER 1 Ghost Story "It was a shivery, stormy night when I heard the death bells," the old woman says ominously, wringing sorrow out of each syllable. She swivels her wheelchair away from the curious stares of my siblings to point a bony finger directly at me. "I was the same age as you." Me? I try not to look surprised as I grip the edge of the packing box I'm using as a chair. I can't imagine this ancient woman ever being thirteen. She's shriveled like a dried potato, with scraggly wisps of gray hair dangling down her frail shoulders. I only met her moments ago, when our realtor, Mr. Dansbury, arrived at our new house. When we'd bought the place, Mr. Dansbury told my parents that it came with some sort of secret inheritance, and now he was here to tell them about it. He'd introduced the old woman as his aunt Philomena, and asked us kids to sit with her while he talked with my parents. "Aunt Philomena used to play in this house as a child, so she wanted to visit," Mr. Dansbury had explained. He rolled his aunt's wheelchair into the living room before disappearing behind a closed door with my parents. I longed to follow and find out what we'd inherited when we'd bought this old house. When I told my Curious Cat Spy Club friends Leo and Becca there was a secret inheritance, we tried to guess what it could be. Logical Leo guessed a classic jalopy car since the house was built in the 1920s. Becca thought it was vintage jewelry or clothes. And I hoped for something thrilling like a cryptic map to buried treasure. And just when the secret was finally being revealed, I was stuck babysitting an old lady. But it turns out the old lady has secrets of her own to share. When she smiled slyly and offered to tell us a ghost story, even my three older siblings took a break from unpacking boxes to listen. "Death bells don't sound like ordinary bells," Aunt Philomena continues, her intense gaze sweeping from my brother to my twin sisters, then back to me. "They harmonize so sweetly, I thought I was listening to a symphony of angels. But later I found out it was the opposite. When the death bells ring, someone is going to die." I glance over at my siblings, expecting them to roll their eyes because there's no such thing as death bells. But Kenya and Kiana huddle close on the faded velvet couch, both bug-eyed, while Kyle munches potato chips with an intense expression, like he's watching a horror movie. "The wealthiest girl from school, Caroline Olivianne Whitney, invited me to her slumber party in this very house." Philomena sweeps her arm toward the high ceiling. "This room was called the parlor, and there used to be a crystal chandelier that sparkled like diamonds. It was the grandest house I ever saw, shining like a palace by the river." She pauses and looks around, fear in her eyes. "And it was haunted." "Our new home is haunted?" Kiana hugs a couch pillow. "Like with real ghosts?" Kenya adds, grabbing a pillow to hug too. "Ghosts aren't real," my brother says in a know-it-all voice. "'All houses wherein men have lived and died are haunted houses' — th