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The Gray Hunter's Revenge

by Franklin W. Dixon

PUBLISHED: 1st January 2019
ISBN: 9781534411500
ANNOTATION:
After the tragic death of author Nathan Foxwood, Joe and Frank attend an estate sale at the author's home. Foxwood's widow tells the brothers that strange things have been happening and she's sure the house is haunted. But Foxwood's assistant is not so willing to blame it all on the supernatural and asks for their help. Original.
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PUBLISHED: 1st January 2019
ISBN: 9781534411500
ANNOTATION:
After the tragic death of author Nathan Foxwood, Joe and Frank attend an estate sale at the author's home. Foxwood's widow tells the brothers that strange things have been happening and she's sure the house is haunted. But Foxwood's assistant is not so willing to blame it all on the supernatural and asks for their help. Original.

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After the tragic death of author Nathan Foxwood, Joe and Frank attend an estate sale at the author's home. Foxwood's widow tells the brothers that strange things have been happening and she's sure the house is haunted. But Foxwood's assistant is not so willing to blame it all on the supernatural and asks for their help. Original.

Publisher Description

Frank and Joe investigate a supernatural crime in the seventeenth book in the thrilling Hardy Boys Adventures series.

One of the Hardys' favorite writers, Nathan Foxwood, has recently died in a tragic car accident. Now, the press is swarming his house in Bayport to get the scoop on the novel he completed just before his untimely death.

When Joe hears that Nathan's wife is having a giant estate sale, he drags Frank with him. Who could pass up the opportunity to see inside their favorite author's home? Nathan's wife says she wants to get away as quickly as possible; strange things have been happening since their first night there and now her husband is gone and she's sure the house is haunted. But Nathan's assistant, Adam, is not so willing to blame it all on the supernatural. Valuable things keep disappearing from the house-why would a ghost need money? Adam recognizes the Hardys' from an article he read and asks for their help.

Of course Frank and Joe Hardy don't believe in ghosts and are positive they can get to the bottom of all this. But when Adam is mysteriously hurt after spending the night alone in the house, the brothers start to wonder; what is the motive for these crimes if not ghostly revenge? Could these brother detectives be in over their heads?

Author Biography

Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.

Excerpt from Book

The Gray Hunter''s Revenge 1 HOUSE OF HORRORS JOE THE HOUSE STOOD HIGH ON a hill, surrounded by the skeletons of trees. Dozens of crows perched on the trees'' branches, filling the silence with their harsh squawking. Frank and I stood next to the car, where he''d parked it after driving through the tall, wrought-iron gates. Gates that had been kept closed for as long as anyone can remember. Closed and locked, until today. As an amateur detective, I''ve been up against some crazy stuff in my time. Ruthless criminals. Fiery explosions. Killer sharks--to name a few. But Cliffside Manor was a whole new level of terrifying. I mean, sure, it was just a house. But the things that had supposedly happened inside that house, well . . . They were things that would keep even the bravest soul up at night. I couldn''t wait to get inside! "You ready?" Frank asked, a chill, late-autumn breeze ruffling his dark brown hair. I zipped my coat against the cold and glanced back up at the house. It was constructed of stone bricks that were almost black with age, and it sported a chimney on each side--one of them crumbling. Two large bay windows looked out across the estate like unblinking eyes, dark and forbidding. "I was born ready," I replied with a grin. We started to walk toward the house, passing a dozen other parked cars on the way. "Looks like we''re not the only ones coming to the estate sale," Frank observed. I snorted. "Are you kidding me? I''m surprised the entire county isn''t here. Who in their right mind would pass up the chance to go inside the hundred-year-old, super-scary, super-haunted house?" "Not Joe Hardy," Frank muttered, smirking. "Darn right, not Joe Hardy!" I said. "Not only that, I might get to buy something belonging to one of the greatest horror writers of all time--Nathan Foxwood!" Frank''s smile fell. "It''s awful about the car accident," he said. "I know you really liked his books." "Yeah," I replied, kicking a rock across the long driveway. "I did." Nathan Foxwood''s books weren''t as popular now, but back in the day, he was one of the most famous authors in the world. A handful of his books had even been made into movies. When I was little, there was always a tattered Nathan Foxwood paperback on my dad''s nightstand--usually with some kind of scary picture on the front, and a portrait of the author himself on the back. He was a wolfish-looking guy--with dark hair and a short beard, and piercing eyes that seemed to bore right into you. Once I found out I was supposedly too young to read them, I promptly "borrowed" one from Dad''s bedroom and hid in the closet to binge-read it with a flashlight. From then on, I was hooked. A few years ago, the news spread that Mr. Foxwood and his wife were buying the abandoned estate on the outskirts of town--the infamous Cliffside Manor. No one could understand why he''d want to live in such a terrible place--but I could. Nathan Foxwood''s books were always full of the scariest things imaginable, so I figured maybe he was just trying to get some new material firsthand. I had always hoped to run into him in downtown Bayport and get to meet one of my idols, but it never happened. And now, it was too late. Just three days ago, sometime in the middle of the night, Mr. Foxwood came tearing down the hill from the manor in his car, lost control, and careened right off the side of the cliff that bordered the estate. The car burned at the bottom of the ravine for hours before anyone found out. Rumors had been swirling ever since that Mr. Foxwood had been working on a new novel since he''d moved into town--a book about Cliffside Manor itself, and its dark history. If that were true, it was a shame that he''d never get to finish it. I''d been waiting years for a new Nathan Foxwood novel! "Still," Frank said with a wary look around the place. "I''m not entirely sure this is a good idea. The last time you and I got close to something belonging to one of our favorite authors, we got framed for theft." "Oh," I said, my shoulders slumping. "That." Frank was talking about when he and I got caught up in a bad situation with an old adversary who had it in for us. We had gone to check out an original copy of one of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle''s Sherlock Holmes manuscripts at the Bayport Museum and noticed that there were some pages missing. Imagine our surprise when those missing pages started turning up in our car and lockers at school! Things were pretty hairy for a while, but thankfully, it was all right in the end, and our names were cleared of any wrongdoing. "Look, Frank," I continued. "I know that was bad, but the whole mess is behind us now! C''mon, don''t ruin this with your worrying. Nothing bad is going to happen at Cliffside Manor!" In the next moment, a strong breeze swept through the trees, causing a large acorn to come plummeting down from above and plonk Frank right on the top of the head. "Yow!" he said, wincing. He rubbed the spot and sighed. "?''Nothing bad,'' eh? Famous last words." As Frank and I approached the house, we saw a large group of people milling around near the front entrance. "Is that a reporter?" Frank asked, eyeballing a woman on the edge of the crowd holding a notepad and a camera bag. She was tall, with deep brown skin, and had twists of black hair cascading down her back. "Might be," I said. "Well, try to control yourself this time, will you?" I rolled my eyes. I flirt with one reporter who then goes and gets us in trouble with the police, and now I''ll never hear the end of it. As we reached the crowd, the wind picked up suddenly, and I watched as the reporter''s notepad went flying out of her hands and landed at my feet. I picked up the notepad and threw a backward glance at Frank, and shrugged. "I was totally planning on controlling myself, bro," I said. "But it looks like the universe has other ideas." I strolled over to the young woman and handed back the notepad. "Thanks," she said with a wide smile. "Seems like the weather is conspiring to be as creepy as this house." "Totally," I agreed. "Are you here to cover the estate sale?" She nodded. "Aisha Best. I''m a reporter with the Bayport Bugle. I''m actually hoping to snag an interview with Heather Foxwood--the writer''s wife. I''ve heard that she''s got quite the story about what went on in there before her husband died. No one''s been able to get ahold of her since the accident, so I''m trying to get an exclusive." Aisha quirked her head at me. "What brings you here to the sale, Mr. . . . ?" I sneaked a look back at Frank, who was standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, looking less than thrilled. "Umm," I said, biting my lip. "Oh, I''m just a fan, that''s all. Looking to pick up some memorabilia." Aisha raised an eyebrow and looked like she was about to ask more questions, when the front door of the manor opened. Everyone in the crowd went quiet instantly. A wiry guy with a shaved head and copper-colored skin poked his head out of the door, his eyes roving the scene through black-rimmed glasses. He was also wearing a bow tie that seemed to be decorated with other tiny bow ties--which I thought was a little weird, but hey, it''s fashion, who am I to talk? After checking his wristwatch and adjusting the bow tie, he stepped out of the house and opened his arms in welcome. "Hello, everyone," he said loudly, "and thank you for coming to the estate sale here at Cliffside Manor. My name is Adam Parker, and I''m the late Mr. Foxwood''s assistant. I''m sure you''re all eager to come in out of the cold, so please step inside the house and I''ll explain how all this works." Frank and I filed in behind the rest of the crowd as they trooped though the front door. I elbowed my brother in excitement as we climbed up the stone stairs at the entryway. "We''re going in! Hardly anyone has been inside this place in decades!" Frank nodded, his eyes flashing with curiosity. "The place is probably like a time capsule. There might be boxes of hundred-year-old newspapers just sitting around in a basement somewhere!" I snorted. "Bro, need I remind you that we are about to enter Cliffside Manor? As in, the most haunted house on this side of the Mississippi? And you''re revving your engines over some pile of dusty newspapers?" "Hey," Frank retorted. "At least newspapers are real. What do you expect, for some phantasm to come sailing through the walls and take a selfie with you?" "No," I said, annoyed. Of course, when he said it that way, being so excited about the haunted aspect of the manor did seem a little silly. "Anyway," I continued as we crossed the threshold into the house, "ghosts or no ghosts, you''ve got to admit--this house has seen its share of sinister stuff." Frank nodded, and I saw his eyes flick around nervously as we stepped into the front room. Legend had it that the people who''d first owned the house, a wealthy, aristocratic family, had unknowingly built it on a piece of land belonging to a solitary man who lived in a cabin in the woods nearby. The man, who hunted deer and rabbits for food, was furious that this family had taken over and spoiled his land, but he had no legal leg to stand on and therefore wasn''t taken seriously by the family or anyone in town. Th

Product Details

Author
Franklin W. Dixon
Pages
144
Audience Age
8-12
Publisher
Simon & Schuster
Series
Hardy Boys Adventures
Year
2019
ISBN-10
153441150X
ISBN-13
9781534411500
Format
Paperback
Publication Date
2019-01-01
Country of Publication
United States
Illustrations
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Language
English
Series Number
17
Audience
Children/Juvenile