“Oh,” a strange moaning sound fills my bedroom. “Oh…”
I sit up suddenly in my bed. Was that a dream? I listen intently. Nothing. It must have been a dream. I lay back down, and close my eyes.
“Oh...” the sound comes again.
What is that noise? I feel like it’s coming from underneath me, in the laundry room. I decide to check it out. I slowly get out of bed, and creep to my door. I open it very carefully, and make my way
to the laundry room.
I’m Cameron. I’m twelve years old, the middle child of three kids. I have an identical twin, Cally, who was born almost two minutes before me. We’re very close, even
though she can be really bossy. I also have a very annoying nine year old brother Peter.
I tiptoe down into the laundry room, where I see a figure. I usually wear glasses, but I had left them upstairs.
I squint, and realize that it’s Cally! She has shoulder length brunette hair, and green eyes, just like me. The only difference between us is that I wear glasses, and she doesn’t.
I ask. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh,” she murmurs quietly. “I uh, heard sounds.”
The lights turn on, and Peter
“Hm,” he mumbles sleepily. “Did you hear that sound too?”
“I just-” I start to say, but I cut myself off
when I see something unexpected. “Look! The sound machine Peter got for his birthday! What’s it doing here?”
Peter’s ninth birthday was last week, and his best friend Colin had gotten
him this really annoying sound maker, called a TSM or something. It made ghost sounds, breaking glass, and about fifteen other sounds that have been driving the rest of us crazy! Cally opens her mouth to say something, but then Mom and Dad enter
“Kids,” Mom says. “It’s the middle of the night! What are you doing here?”
“We all heard strange noises,”
Cally cries. “From here!”
“And look,” I add. “Peter’s sound maker is right there!”
scolds. “You must have been imagining things. Maybe it was Doggy. Go back to bed, now.”
We all walk back into our rooms. I notice a shadow moving, and it turns out to be Doggy, our white and
cuddly poodle. Wait, that means it wasn’t her who made the sounds. As a climb back into bed, I can’t stop wondering, who or what made those sounds?
The next morning is Saturday. I sleep
in until about eleven o’ clock. I love to get extra sleep! The smell of bacon drifts up into my room, and I force myself to get up. I can’t resist the smell of bacon. But then I remember what happened last night. I leave my room thinking, it
must be Peter.
“Morning,” I mumble when I get downstairs. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Oh,” my mom says. “Can’t
you smell it? We’re having bacon and eggs!”
I grab a plate and hold it out as my mom spills some eggs on it. Then I scoop some bacon out of the pan and sit down beside Cally.
“Was it a dream last night,” I ask my sister. “The weird noises? We all came into the laundry room to check it out?”
“Well,” Cally laughs. “If
it was a dream, then I had the exact same one.”
“Oh, and Cally,” I tell her. “I was wondering if you would help me solve the mystery.”
“Of course,” Cally exclaims. “What a great idea!” Then she whispers, “Let’s talk in private though, and I already have a suspect.”
as we finish our breakfast, we head upstairs, into my big walk-in closet. There are chairs in there and even a mini wooden table.
I enter my room slightly before my sister and grab a fresh notebook and
pen. I take it into the closet and put it onto the table. I’m just sitting down on a chair as my sister enters the closet.
“Ok,” my sister says. “First of all, we need think of all
the suspects, clues, and motivations the suspects might have.”
“Hey,” I joke. “Who made you Mrs. Detective?”
she complains. “Don’t blame me. I’ve read all the Nancy Drew books, and eighteen Hardy Boy books, oh, and I just started reading the-”
“Hold it,” I interrupt her.
“We don’t need to know every different series of mystery books in the world.”
“Anyways,” she says. “I think Peter definitely has motive. He would do anything to scare
“Ok,” I reply. “But he came in after both of us. And he looked sleepy.”
“I know,” Cally says. “But
he could’ve just snuck back into his room and then come after us. And he’s also a really good actor. He had the main role of the Grade four play last year.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Good,” my sister replies. “I think we should go and check the laundry room for clues.”
I follow my sister out of the closet, and we go
downstairs. We pass Peter, and I glance at him nervously. I don’t think he even sees us though, because he’s busy watching horror movies on his laptop. I catch a glance and something on his screen, and I’m sure it will give me nightmares
for a week. When we finally reach the laundry room, my mom’s in there doing laundry.
“Sorry girls,” she apologizes. “I just want to get some laundry done before you go to school
She leaves, and I breathe a relieved sigh.
“Ok,” I suggest. “Let’s investigate the sound machine. It would
be really cool if we could take finger prints, but we don’t have a set or anything for that.”
We step over piles of clothes, and stare in horror. The sound machine isn’t there!
“Oh no,” I exclaim. “Whoever did it must have taken it away to get rid of all the evidence.”
“Let’s go check Peter’s
room,” my sister tells me. “Maybe he’s hiding it in there!”
We both run as fast as our legs can take us, up the stairs and right into Peter. Yeah, we run right into Peter. He’s
standing in the doorway and we smash right into him.
“Ow,” he yells. “Ow! Ow!”
We scramble off of him and onto our feet. I see
that Peter is crying. He runs downstairs to get mom.
“C’mon,” Cally whispers. “Let’s search his room while he’s downstairs.”
I look around, and suddenly spot something blue and green on his bookshelf, surrounded by video games. Is that it? I step closer and realize that it’s the sound machine! I pick it up and call for Cally.
“Look,” I exclaim. “I found it!”
“Good,” she whispers. “Let’s take it into the clo-”
interrupted when Peter walks into the room.
“Hey,” he cries. “You just hurt me so that you could sneak into the room and steal stuff!”“Sorry,” Cally says quickly, hiding
the sound machine behind her back. “Got to go.”
I follow her out of the room and then we start running again into the closet. We stop in the closet and lock the door behind us. My sister starts
inspecting the sound machine right away.
“Look,” she says, showing me the sound machine. “Peanut butter smudged on a button.”I look, and see that she’s right. Peanut butter
is Peter’s favourite food. It’s all he ever eats on his toast.
“Oh,” I exclaim “You’re right! It must be him. I have an idea. Let’s watch the sound machine tonight.
We’ll see who the person who did this is.”
“Can’t,” Cally replies. “I’m sleeping over at Ally’s house. Let’s do it tomorrow night.”
“Deal,” I say. Then I take the sound machine and put it back in the laundry room.
Strangely, Peter goes to bed at eight that night. Usually he stays
up really late.
The next morning I wake up, and I realize that the sound hadn’t gone off. I rush to my closet and write that down in the notebook, too.
Then I wait. My sister doesn’t come back for a long time, and I am so excited for the night.
I do nothing for about an hour. I then talk on the phone with my best friend Jamie for a while,
and I play some games on my Xbox. Finally, Cally comes back at about one.
“Cally,” I greet her, gesturing to upstairs. “Come on.”
rush upstairs again, and run into Peter in my closet. This time, not physically.
“What,” I ask. “Are you doing in my closet?”
leaves very quickly. I decide to tell Cally what happened last night.
“There was no sound,” I tell her. “He did it to lead us off track.”
“Yeah,” Cally says. “Let’s have dinner and then camp out.”
After a quick dinner of lasagna, it’s finally time for the campout. I dress in my pyjamas, and get
into my bed. I set an alarm for ten o’clock, and put it under my pillow so it won’t wake anyone else up. I slowly drift off to dreamland, anxious for the next few hours.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The
alarm sound comes from right under my ear. I open my eyes. Did I miss it? I look out the window, and thankfully see that it’s pitch black. I check my clock just to make sure. Ten. Perfect. I bring a pillow to keep me comfy and drag my sleeping back with
me down the stairs. I hear a rustling sound behind me. Startled, I whip around, and see Cally right behind me. We enter the laundry room, and it’s really quiet. We tiptoe towards the place where the sound machine is, with the lime green letters on it,
saying TSM. I set up my sleeping bag and I’m really comfy. I plop my pillow onto the ground and prop my head up with it, and then I watch. Nothing happens. I gaze out the window, watching the cars…
hear the sound, and I jerk my head up. I must have fallen asleep. I’m very surprised to see Cally running back from the sound maker. Was it her all along?
“Cally,” I say, very confused.
“It was you making all the sounds!”
“Congratulations,” she says. “You figured it out. But I wasn’t trying to be mean. I wanted to start a detective club, but I only wanted
people that were good at solving mysteries to be a part of it. So I made this little mystery as a test.”
“Wow,” I say. “That’s actually a good idea.”
“Uh,” my sister asks me. “Does that mean you’ll join it?”
“Well, I’ve had enough mysteries for awhile.” I say. “Let’s
start it later.”
The next night, I feel relaxed because there aren’t any more mysteries to solve. I’m just about to fall asleep when I hear something that nearly scares me to death.
Crack! Smack! Bang! Crash! It sounds like it’s coming from the roof this time.
“Uh oh,” I think to myself. “Here we go again!”