The Ghost In The Swing Author:Janet Patton Smith Joan stepped behind the curtians and peeked out again. Then she saw it. Her eyes grew large, and whatever she was about to say dried up like a raisin before it could be sent through her lips. The swing had started to move, back and forth, higher and higher, and Joan heard a girl's voice laugh and giggle and sing over and over again. But the swin... more »g was empty, swinging back and forth all by itself.« less