The next morning we're back under the palms. Suzanne takes up the
story.
This is about what happened late the same night we hiked to Point
Nemo. As with the other nights, we get into our pjs, brush our teeth and
wash our faces. We hug and kiss Mother and Dad and I pick up our
flashlight. The tent doesn't have electric lights, so we have an electric
lantern that we hang from a hook in one of the wooden rods that hold up
the tent.
We take our flashlight along to see by as we get ready for bed. As we
move the light around it makes shadows on the tent walls. The shadows
jump in all directions, stretch tall and shrink short, first on one wall, then
on the other.
Roger waves his arms, jiggles his fingers and twists his body, which
makes his shadow twist and shake, too. It's weird and very funny. We
laugh at the shadows.
After a while, we stop, crawl into our sleeping bags and zip them up. I
reach out and turn off the lantern. A faint glow comes in from under the
flaps. Everything is normal, just as it's been since we arrived at Snug
Harbor. I guess we fell asleep.
Suddenly, I'm wide-awake. I hear Roger sleep-breathing. That can't be
what wakened me. I listen hard. There it is again. The sound is like
someone shaking and rustling paper bags. Then another sound, like tin
cans rattling. I'm curious.
'This needs to be looked into,' I think.