Cabin Six was in an uproar. Chris had announced they were going on an overnight camping trip. “After breakfast tomorrow morning, we’re off to Hermit Island,” he said.
“Does a real hermit live there?” asked DJ.
Chris shook his head. “The island is deserted. But it’s a cool place to camp.”
Deserted? DJ’s thoughts took off like a racehorse. “Maybe it isn’t deserted,” he said. “Maybe it’s haunted by the hermit’s ghost.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Hermit Island is not haunted,” he said.
“Besides, there’s no such thing as ghosts,” said Andrew.
DJ stood his ground. “What about Halloween?”
“They are only pretend ghosts,” Andrew said.
“I read a book about a ghost,” said Raj. “It was a true story. The ghost lived in a big old haunted house.”
Chris’s hand shot up like a Stop sign. “There is no hermit on Hermit Island. There are no ghosts on Hermit Island. There is nothing on Hermit Island but rocks and trees.”
“But maybe…,” DJ said.
Chris raised his hand again. “It’s bedtime,” he said. “Let’s get a good night’s sleep.”
DJ went to bed. But he did not go to sleep. His mind whirled. What if the hermit’s ghost was guarding Hermit Island? What if the ghost did not like visitors?
Once again, DJ slipped out of bed. He rummaged through his duffel bag. Power Man might not be scared. But that didn’t mean Sockster wasn’t.