The Ghost of Cutler Creek

The Ghost of Cutler Creek

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by Cynthia DeFelice

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The third book about Allie Nichols, "ghost magnet"

Allie Nichols has hardly laid the last spirit to rest when she's sure that another one is trying to reach her. But how can Allie help a ghost who won't speak? All she has to go on is a sound — a sort of whine — and a smell. At the same time, a strange boy joins her sixth-grade class. Allie doesn't


The third book about Allie Nichols, "ghost magnet"

Allie Nichols has hardly laid the last spirit to rest when she's sure that another one is trying to reach her. But how can Allie help a ghost who won't speak? All she has to go on is a sound — a sort of whine — and a smell. At the same time, a strange boy joins her sixth-grade class. Allie doesn't understand why L. J. Cutler would start a new school at the end of the year, or why he's such a surly kid. She wants nothing to do with him. Then Mr. Henry, a teacher she loves, asks Allie to dog-sit Hoover, his golden retriever, while he's away and to befriend L.J. over the summer. She's delighted to spend time with Hoover, but she hardly looks forward to visiting L. J. Cutler — until she discovers a connection between L.J., the ghost, and Hoover.

This new book about Allie Nichols is another masterful novel of suspense by an author who consistently writes solid, entertaining stories.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"DeFelice has created a suspenseful tale that will leave readers rapidly turning pages...Mystery fans will not be disappointed." —School Library Journal

"Thrilling...The gripping story of animal abuse will hook fans of the series and newcomers alike. DeFelice maintains the supernatural suspense at just the right clip until the satisfying conclusion." —Booklist

"As always, DeFelice tells a gripping, suspenseful story, keeping readers engaged with realistically depicted human as well as animal characters." —The Horn Book

"Enticing." —Kirkus Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Sixth-grade sleuth and "ghost magnet" Allie Nichols returns in The Ghost of Cutler Creek by Cynthia DeFelice. As in The Ghost of Fossil Glen and The Ghost and Mrs. Hobbs, Allie and her friend Dub solve earthly mysteries to help a ghost rest in peace. This time, the ghost (which communicates only in whimpers and moans) wasn't human in life. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
This is DeFelice's third book about sixth-grader, Allie Nichols, who has the ability to sense the presence of ghosts. So does her little brother, Mike, although he is too young to realize that what he hears and smells are ghosts. The reason the ghosts try to reach Allie and Mike is to get some kind of help. In this book, the ghost is that of a dog, and the children sense its presence by its whining sounds and smells. As the story begins, a new boy appears in school just a couple of days before school lets out for the summer. He is the typical "bad" character—mean and resentful. Allie and her friend, Dub, promise one of their teachers that they would try to be friendly with him over the summer because he is lonely. It's quite predictable that the boy and the ghost dog are connected. Allie and Dub investigate, and after many adventures, solve the mystery. DeFelice is a popular writer of books for young people, and mystery lovers will enjoy this book. It would also be an intriguing book for reluctant readers. 2004, Farrar Straus and Giroux, Ages 9 to 12.
—Kathy Egner, Ph.D.
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6-Sixth-grader Allie Nichols, first introduced in The Ghost of Fossil Glen (Farrar, 1998), returns with her friend Dub for her third adventure. The 11-year-old is a ghost magnet, but in the past her encounters have been with deceased humans. This time, she is dealing with a dog, which makes communication rather difficult. Allie is elated when she is asked to dog-sit for Hoover, her beloved teacher's pet. When the animal is stolen, Allie is distraught. She soon believes that her ghost dog, Hoover's kidnapping, and the mysterious deaths of puppies at the local pet store are all connected. Allie suspects that the new boy in town, L. J. Cutler, and his menacing father may be running a puppy mill, and she must convince her parents and the local authorities of her suspicions. DeFelice has created a suspenseful tale that will leave readers rapidly turning pages to learn Hoover's fate. The pacing is good and Allie and Dub are likable characters. Mystery fans will not be disappointed.-Linda Zeilstra Sawyer, Skokie Public Library, IL Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In the third story featuring young ghost magnet, 11-year-old Allie, the ghost communicating with her this time is a dog. Allie loves dogs but her brother's allergic to them, so when her favorite teacher asks her to dog-sit, she's delighted. But when Hoover turns up missing, Allie and her sidekick Dub are convinced that the surly new boy L.J. and his menacing father are behind it. Keen readers will quickly pick up the clues that point to the mean man and abusive father who's running a puppy mill. Ghosts are treated matter-of-factly and the plot has a fair amount of contrivance but the child-like enthusiasm and naivete are believable, especially Allie and Dub's entrepreneurial plan for making and selling low-cal dog treats. This can be read independently, though those who've read the other two will appreciate Allie and her ghost charisma more. Enticing title and cover. (Fiction. 8-12)

Product Details

Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date:
Ghost Mysteries Series, #3
Product dimensions:
5.64(w) x 8.56(h) x 0.75(d)
790L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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The whimpering grew louder and more desperate, then rose to a keening wail. Allie Nichols ran down the long, shadowy hallway, trying to reach the source of the sound. The sadness and hopelessness of it tore at her heart. She had to find out who was in such terrible misery. But it was so dark, so difficult to see! She followed the cries through countless twists and turns and found herself at a dead end.

She forced herself to stop and listen, to try to get her bearings. At first she couldn’t hear anything but the rasp of her own breath, ragged from running. Then—there! A whimper, but fainter now than before, farther away. She had gone the wrong way!

Racing back, she followed the pitiful sound through the endless corridors. Sometimes she thought it was the cry of a baby; at other times she was sure it was someone older. The next moment it sounded like an animal or a bird. She desperately wanted to help, but first she had to find whoever—or whatever—it was.

Nearly weeping with exhaustion and frustration, she turned a corner, only to reach another dead end. The wail faded to a plaintive whimper and stopped. Now crying, Allie pounded the wall with her fist—and woke up.

She had been beating, not on a wall, but on her pillow. Uncurling the fingers of her fist, she sat up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her mind cleared and the foggy wisps of her dream receded, but she was left with a lingering feeling of sorrow.

Along with the sorrow was a sense of excitement—and dread. For Allie knew what the dream meant. Twice before she had wakened from urgent nightmares like this one. Both times the dreams had been messages from someone who wanted her help. Both times that someone had been a ghost.

When Allie went downstairs to breakfast the following morning, her mother was talking on the phone, a worried expression on her face. One look at her four-year-old brother, Michael, and Allie knew why. His eyes were red and puffy. He glanced up at Allie, sniffled, and exploded in a sneeze.

“Either it’s a cold, or his allergies are suddenly acting up,” Mrs. Nichols was saying into the phone. “Whichever it is, I’d better get him in to see Dr. Waheed. Could you cover the store for me today? Great. Thanks, Reggie. I’ll call you later to see how you’re doing. Okay. Thanks again. Bye.”

Mrs. Nichols hung up. “Morning, Allie.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Can you walk to school this morning?”


“I’m staying home today to take Mike to the doctor.”

“I heard.” Allie poured herself a bowl of cereal and added milk. Turning to her brother with a sympathetic smile, she said, “Mikey, you don’t look so hot.”

Michael made an attempt to smile back, but sneezed instead.

Mr. Nichols came into the kitchen, his briefcase in his hand. “Not feeling any better, Mike?” he asked.

Michael shook his head. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Something smells funny. Poopy.”

Allie and her parents all sniffed the air.

“I don’t smell anything,” said Mrs. Nichols.

“Neither do I,” said Allie’s dad.

For a moment, Allie thought she did catch a whiff of something “poopy.” But when she sniffed again, it was gone.

Allie and her parents looked at one another and shrugged.

“I’ve got to go,” said Mr. Nichols. “Smooches all around.” He gave Allie and her mother each a kiss. “Except for you, big guy,” he said, giving Michael a pat on the head. “If you’ve got Stinky Nose, I don’t want to catch it.”

Allie laughed and got up from the table to get ready for school. She called her best friend, Dub Whitwell, to say she was walking, and that she’d meet him at the corner.

As soon as Dub showed up, she told him about her dream.

“Oh, boy,” he said. “Here we go again. It sounds as if Allie Nichols, Ghost Magnet, is back in action.”

In his voice Allie detected the same combination of fear and excitement she’d felt on awakening from the dream. She nodded, saying, “I think so, too.” Then she asked, trying to sound casual, “You did say here we go again, right?”

“Of course,” answered Dub. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” He grinned and gave her a snappy salute. “Dub Whitwell, your Faithful but Clueless Companion, reporting for duty.”

“What do you mean, clueless?” Allie protested.

“You’re the one who attracts ghosts, Al,” he said. “I can’t see ’em or hear ’em—I just come along and get scared out of my wits.”

Allie smiled. Dub had helped her enormously during her two previous ghostly adventures. He was the only other person who knew she saw and heard ghosts, if you didn’t count Michael. And Allie didn’t, really, because while Michael saw and heard them, he didn’t understand that they were ghosts.

“So what now?” Dub asked. “We just wait to see what happens next?”

“I guess so,” Allie answered. “There’s nothing we can do until we know who the ghost is. And what it wants.”

They were passing Luv’n’ Pets, the local pet store. As usual, Allie stopped to look at the puppies in the front window. There were new ones every couple of weeks. The last batch of yellow furballs had been replaced with a litter of seven tiny brown-and-white furballs.

“Oooh, look how cute you are!” Allie crooned, sweet-talking the puppies through the plate glass. But this time she was distracted by an unpleasant tingle that ran through her body.

“Oh, Dub!” she cried. “I just had that—that feeling. He was back. Or she—or it. Anyway, the ghost!” Allie stood still, trying to focus with every fiber of her body. “It’s gone now.”

“Are you okay?” Dub asked.

Allie collected herself and nodded, but she was feeling a little shaky.

“They never just tell you what’s going on, do they?” Dub said. “Every once in a while you get a clue, and you have to go from there.”

“Yeah.” Allie gave him a wry smile. “Ghosts are funny that way.”

Dub glanced quickly at his watch. “We better get moving or we’ll be late.”

“Bye, puppies,” Allie called as she and Dub started walking again. “Hey, speaking of puppies, I thought of something to give Mr. Henry and Hoover for an end-of-the-year present.”

Mr. Henry was Allie and Dub’s sixth-grade teacher. Hoover was his beloved golden retriever, and the class mascot. It was the next-to-the-last day of school, and, although excited about summer vacation, Allie couldn’t bear to think that her days in Mr. Henry’s classroom were coming to an end. He was without a doubt her favorite teacher in the world. She was going to miss him—and Hoover—terribly.

“Yeah?” said Dub. “What?”

“Remember Mr. Henry said the vet told him Hoover has to go on a diet? Well, a friend of Mom’s made up a recipe for low-calorie, healthy dog biscuits, and Mom found a bone-shaped cookie cutter, so I’m baking some treats for Hoover. And I’m making a collar for Mr. Henry.”

“Oh, he’ll look terrific in that,” said Dub. “Don’t forget a matching leash.”

“Very funny. I started it last night, and it’s turning out pretty good. I’m making it out of red cord, and I’m sewing Hoover’s name and phone number in black.”

“So guy dogs can see them and call her up for dates?” Dub asked with a grin.

“Right,” Allie answered. “Or, if she gets lost, whoever finds her can call Mr. Henry.”

“Cool,” said Dub.

“Want to come over and help me make the dog treats after school?”


When they walked into their classroom, Allie noticed a boy she had never seen before standing by Mr. Henry’s desk. The bell rang, and all the kids found their seats, except for the boy, who continued standing.

“Everybody, I want you to meet L.J. Cutler,” Mr. Henry announced. “He’ll be with us for the rest of the school year.” Here Mr. Henry stopped and smiled. “What’s left of it, anyway.”

The kids laughed, and Mr. Henry went on. “L.J. came to us all the way from Georgia, and I know you’ll make him feel welcome.”

Several kids, including Allie and Dub, called out, “Hi, L.J.”

Allie heard Karen Laver mutter, “What kind of name is Eljay?”

Allie figured L and J were initials, standing for something else, probably a real name that L.J. didn’t use for some reason. Sort of the way “Dub” was short for “double.” Dub’s real name was the same as his father’s, Oliver James Whitwell. Luckily for Dub, his mom had nicknamed her son “Dub” to save him from being called Ollie or Junior.

As usual, Karen had kept her voice just soft enough so Mr. Henry couldn’t hear her comment. Allie pretended she hadn’t heard, either.

Mr. Henry turned to the new boy and said, “We’re glad you’re here, L.J. What brings you and your family to Seneca, New York?”

L.J. Cutler looked out from under a shock of tousled brown hair that fell across his eyes. He didn’t smile, or look bashful or embarrassed, or do anything Allie might have expected from a new kid standing in front of a group of strangers who were curiously checking him out.

The room was quiet while everyone waited for L.J. to speak. In a low voice he muttered, “What do you want to know for?”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Mr. Henry said, “All right, L.J. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Why don’t you take that empty desk next to Allie. She’ll be happy to show you the ropes. Won’t you, Allie?”

“Sure,” Allie answered automatically. But she wasn’t sure at all. She wasn’t sure she felt like talking to this strange, surly boy.

L.J. fell into the chair beside her, slid down, stuck his legs straight out in front of him, and folded his arms across his chest. Without looking at her, he said so softly only she could hear, “I don’t need you or anybody else for a baby-sitter, so just back off.”

For a second, Allie stared at him, dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe he had just said something so downright rude. Then she grew angry. Who did he think he was?

“Fine with me,” she said shortly, quickly looking away from him. She sat staring straight ahead, her heart racing, outrage at L.J.’s behavior making her pulse beat really fast.

At that moment, the skin on the back of her neck began to prickle, and her hands grew cold and clammy. In her head, the cries and whimpers from her dream echoed pitifully. Her ghost was back. What was it trying to tell her?

Allie could hardly think. It seemed that too much was happening at once. Then, recovering herself, she sent a mental message to the ghost: Would you hurry up and let me know who you are so I can help you?

She sent a second mental message, to L.J.: Back off yourself. I’ve got enough to worry about without baby-sitting you.

THE GHOST OF CUTLER CREEK Copyright © 2004 by Cynthia C. DeFelice.

Meet the Author

Cynthia DeFelice is the author of many bestselling books for young readers, including The Ghost of Fossil Glen, The Ghost and Mrs. Hobbs, Wild Life, Signal, The Missing Manatee, and Weasel. Her books have been nominated for an Edgar Allen Poe Award and listed as American Library Association Notable Children's Books and Bank Street Best Children's Book of the Year, among numerous other honors. She lives in upstate New York.

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The Ghost of Cutler Creek 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
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I got this book from my schools library n i loved it!!!! If u like ghost dogs u should try ghost dog secrets!!!!!!!! U should try reading both!!!!! :):):):):):):)
Julie Dozier More than 1 year ago
First time i read it i couldn't put it down i loved it and i still do love the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was terrific in my opinion I love all of Cynthia's books!!! Keep on writing!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
You will enjoy this book no matter how old you are!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it soo much i might have to marry all of the books i wish i was just like ally shes soo cool i got a friend like dub in the books well just he and me dont have the ghost life and i lllllooooovvvvveeeee this book :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hey im Dub"!!!!! Yeah coolest charecter ever! Anyways not to spoil da booke but the ghost is a good lookin DOGGEE! YEAH i spelt thing wrong....on purpose!!!! Mwa ha ha!!!! Gotta luv ur parents wen thier annoying!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought it was rhe best book Ever you should read it and while Your there read ghost of focle glen!