“So am I.” Brad frowned thoughtfully. “It must have been done while we were in the cellar. But who did it?”
“And what became of the person who locked us in?” Dan demanded in a hushed voice. “Do you suppose—?”
“He, she or IT is still in there?” Brad finished the sentence.
“You have to admit it’s sort of spooky.”
“It’s disturbing all right,” Brad agreed. “Maybe we were locked in by accident. But if so, someone had to be in that church. And that someone must be still there.”
The Cubs gazed reflectively at the old building. Despite their suspicion that it might have an occupant, nothing could have induced them to return for an inspection.
“Maybe it was Terry,” Brad said doubtfully. “He could have heard us inside, and played a joke.”
Dan shook his head. “It wasn’t Terry, I’m sure, Brad. If he had caught us there, he would have raised cain.”
“I think so myself.”
Dan indicated the little red wagon which had been used to haul the freezers. He pointed out that anyone approaching the old church certainly would have seen it and know of their presence inside the building.