The Secret of Laurel Oaks

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When Lila and her family visit Laurel Oaks Plantation in Louisiana, her parents and brother scoff at the claim that the house is haunted. But secretly, Lila suspects there are ghostly presences willing to communicate with her, and her alone. One spirit eager to tell her story is Daphne, a slave girl at Laurel Oaks in the 1840s, who was blamed for the poisoning deaths of two girls and their mother. Daphne’s spirit senses that Lila is the very person she’s been waiting for, the one who can prove her innocence so ...

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Overview

When Lila and her family visit Laurel Oaks Plantation in Louisiana, her parents and brother scoff at the claim that the house is haunted. But secretly, Lila suspects there are ghostly presences willing to communicate with her, and her alone. One spirit eager to tell her story is Daphne, a slave girl at Laurel Oaks in the 1840s, who was blamed for the poisoning deaths of two girls and their mother. Daphne’s spirit senses that Lila is the very person she’s been waiting for, the one who can prove her innocence so her spirit can rest at long last. Shifting back and forth from Lila’s world in the present to Daphne’s world in the past, the true story of what really happened that fateful night finally comes to light.

Laurel Oaks is a thinly disguised version of the legendary Myrtles Plantation in Louisiana, which is on the Smithsonian's list of the ten most haunted places in America. This novel was inspired by the author's visit to the plantation and her experiences there.

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Editorial Reviews

KLIATT - Gordon College
When Lila's mother asks her to make reservations for their family's trip to Louisiana, Lila picks the Laurel Oaks Plantation because of its claim to be haunted. Her family scoffs at the idea, but after a creepy, nighttime tour of the plantation, Lila thinks the spirits might actually be trying to communicate with her. One particularly eager ghost is a slave girl named Daphne who worked at the plantation in the 1840s. Daphne had been accused of poisoning, and killing, the wife and daughters of her master. Daphne's spirit senses that Lila will believe her long-kept secret as Lila digs deep into Laurel Oaks's history to unveil the real story of what happened that fateful night many years ago. Lila's search for the truth leads her to talking trees, voodoo magic, and hidden treasure. This YA novel shifts back and forth between Lila's voice in the present and Daphne's voice in the past, showing how two lives centuries apart connect in a deeply moving way. YAs will enjoy the characters' struggle between reality and myth in this innovative "ghost" story overflowing with the power of love, friendship, and courage. Ashleigh Larsen, Teaching Asst., English, Reviewer: Gordon College
Children's Literature - Jennifer Wood
This fun blend of historical fiction and ghost story is a rich melding of the vastly different worlds of its two alternating narrators: the modern-day Lila and deceased slave Daphne. Lila has experienced some strange occurrences since the death of a family friend, so she leaps at the chance to pick the hotel when her brother and father must travel along with her mother to Louisiana. After researching the area, Lila settles on the fictional Laurel Oaks Plantation, which author Ruby bases closely on the real Myrtles Plantation, supposedly one of the most haunted places in America. Almost immediately uponon her family's arrival, Lila and her brother begin noticing bizarre events, which begin to make sense after the siblings take the ghostly hotel tour. The tour begins to weave Lila's story with that of Daphne, a slave who once lived on the plantation and who is introduced in greater detail in the prologue. The chapters alternate between Lila's present-day narrative and Daphne's historical one, a wise choice which provides valuable, valid historiographical information while decreasing the sometimes distancing or didactic effects of some other historical fiction. Some adults may object to the ghostly aspects or to the darker side of Daphne, whose sexual abuse at the hands of her master is implied and whose possible role as the murderer of his children and wife is the central mystery of the novel; however, this book is far from the typical dry nonfictional texts used in some school districts and would be a valuable asset in a late elementary or early middle school American history curriculum. Reviewer: Jennifer Wood
VOYA - Rachelle Bilz
When Professor Barry is scheduled to present a paper at a Louisiana State conference, the entire family accompanies her and stays at Laurel Oaks Plantation, rumored to be haunted. With their parents at the conference, thirteen-year-old Lila and her year-older brother Gabe are left to explore the mysterious house and grounds. On a candlelit walk for tourists, the siblings learn the history of the plantation. Legend has it that Daphne, a disgruntled teenage slave, poisoned and killed her mistress Amelia Nethercott and her two daughters, Molly and Alice. Only Lila sees Daphne's face in the hallway mirror during the tour, along with the streaks that look like blood. As time passes, Lila experiences more frequent, increasingly frightening encounters with the supernatural. She sees a gardener who is imperceptible to anyone else, she feels an invisible corpse with her foot, she hears voices, and more. Lila figures out that Daphne is trying to communicate with her and enlists Gabe's help in doing what is necessary to let Daphne's soul rest. Based on the author's experiences during her stay at Louisiana's Myrtles Plantation, one of the ten most haunted houses in America, this ghost story is perfect for readers who prefer chills down the spine over being scared to death. Told alternately in Daphne's and Lila's voices, it is a perfect blend of history, reality, and the supernatural. Suspenseful and intriguing, this novel should appeal to students looking for a good, scary read. Reviewer: Rachelle Bilz
School Library Journal

Gr 6-9

When the Barry family decides to stay at the Laurel Oaks Plantation in Louisiana, considered by the Smithsonian Institution to be one of the 10 most haunted places in the United States, a harmless bit of fun becomes a life-altering experience for Lila, 13, and her 14-year-old brother, Gabe. As they take part in the spooky evening tour of the house, Lila senses and sees what Gabe thinks are all gimmicks and Disney-style special effects. The presence of spirits is strong and one in particular is reaching out to Lila. It is the spirit of Daphne, a slave girl who was accused of poisoning her master's wife and two daughters. Is Lila the one who can put things right for Daphne after all these years and allow peace to come to Laurel Oaks? This plot-twisting ghost story is full of history, friendship, romance, betrayal, and jealousy. Lila's and Daphne's stories are revealed through alternating chapters, shifting between today and the 1840s. While this technique works well, at times it is distracting and seems to make the plot drag needlessly. Overall, this is an interesting read with considerable potential but its ending loses steam.-Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY

Kirkus Reviews
Set in south Louisiana and inspired by the ghost stories surrounding the Myrtles Plantation in St. Francisville, this tale alternates between the voices of Lila, a modern teenager from Albuquerque, and Daphne, the ghost of a slave girl. Lila, with help from her brother Gabe and new friend Sal, debunks the long-held belief that Daphne poisoned and killed the mistress of the plantation and her two daughters. Daphne finally learns what exactly happened that fateful day as Lila pieces it together through both logical and supernatural means, and Daphne secures Lila's help fulfilling a promise she'd made to the mistress of the house when she was alive. The story contains some dark truths about slavery-including repeated sexual assaults on Daphne and the slicing off of her ear as punishment for eavesdropping-without describing them too graphically. The characters are, for the most part, well-rendered and likable, although the behavior and dialogue of the contemporary cast at times feels a bit contrived. Fans of Mary Downing Hahn will love this one. (Horror. 10-14)
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Praise for THE SECRET OF LAUREL OAKS:

“If you read this book late at night, as I did, in a dark and quiet house, as I did, you may feel the same chill I did—the someone-is-looking-over-your shoulder chill. The heebie-jeebies. The creeps. This is a genuinely spooky and engrossing ghost story, filled with fascinating historical detail.”—Jennifer Armstrong, award-winning author of The Dreams of Mairhe Mehan on The Secret of Laurel Oaks

“Lois Ruby’s The Secret of Laurel Oaks is an intriguing mystery that takes the contemporary heroine (and the reader) on a spirited journey back and forth from a haunted house to the slave-owning family that once owned it....We are in capable hands with Ruby’s deft story telling powers and her devotion to historical truths. A terrific read.”—Sonia Levitin, award-winning author of Strange Relations, The Goodness Gene, and Dream Freedom

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765352293
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 9/29/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 459,856
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.60 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Lois Ruby is a versatile and accomplished novelist who has written books for middle-graders and young adults. Among the many awards she has won are: ALA Best Book for Young Adults and New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age for Arriving at a Place You’ve Never Left (1977); ALA Best Book for Young Adults, New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age for Miriam’s Well (1994); Notable Children’s Trade Book in the Field of Social Studies and the IRA Young Adult Choice selection for Steal Away Home (1995). A former young adult librarian, Ms. Ruby now spend most of her time writing and leading creative-writing workshops. She and her husband live in Albuquerque, NM, and are the parents of three grown sons.

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Chapter One

Lila

"Here we are!" Dad said, waking Mom from her short nap. It had been a long Thursday of travel from Albuquerque to Baton Rouge, and after a quick dinner of muffuletta sandwiches at the airport, we had hit the road to get to the bed- and- breakfast before dark.

Though there was room for maybe six cars, the Laurel Oaks parking lot was totally deserted. Where were all the other guests? As our rented SUV crunched the gravel of the plantation grounds, I rolled down my window and stuck my head out. Steamy air blasted my face. It was October, which in Louisiana means still hot enough to fry bacon on the hood of the car.

The two- story mansion loomed ahead at the end of the driveway, in the dusty shadows of twilight. I couldn't wait to explore the whole place, which was supposed to be one of the ten most haunted houses in the entire country. That is, if you believe the Smithsonian Institution's Web site. "Wow, it really looks-"

"Creepy." My brother Gabe, who's fourteen, a year older than me, had an annoying habit of finishing my sentences, when I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.

We were missing two days of school for our family trek, because Mom had been invited to give a paper at the Biophysical Anthropology Conference at Louisiana State. Since she was always overwhelmed with what ever it is professors do, and Dad was hopelessly nontech, Mom had asked me to hunt down an interesting place to stay.

"And, Lila, make sure it's someplace not at all like Albuquerque," she'd said. What could be more not like high desert Albuquerque than a swampy plantation? I did an Internet search and came up with a sure winner: "Laurel Oaks is certifiably haunted. Come on, it'll be so much fun!" I'd promised my family back in the summer. Of course, that was before Roberto died and everything changed.

Now my dark spiked hair wilted in the humidity, and my usual gobs of mousse plastered the hair to my forehead. I looked over at Gabe. His perfect cap of blond hair bobbed around his face and fell over one eye, making him look like a lopsided cyclops. Even his Balloon Fiesta T-shirt looked like it'd just come out of the dryer. Me, I was leaking from every pore in the Louisiana soup.

Dad parked the car and we tumbled out. "Ouch!" The hot gravel burned my bare feet. I leaped to the grass for relief until Mom tossed me my flip- flops.

Dad looked around, nervously jingling the car keys. "You got a confirmation, didn't you, Emily?"

"Right here." Mom fanned the yellow paper under his nose. "It says to park in the back and check in at the General Store. Over there."

"Which has a CLOSED sign on it," Gabe observed. "They're trying to get under our skin from square one."

"Lila, get the local Comfort Inn on that cell phone BlackBerry what ever you call it thing of yours." "

No way, Dad!" cried Gabe. "I'm ready to collide head- on with a bunch of ghouls. You up for it, Lila?"

"Oh, yeah," I murmured, but I had a different take on it. Ask me a month ago, and I'd have agreed with Gabe one hundred percent. But at the end of the summer things changed for me. Because of Roberto. I shuddered at the thought of his broken body and the weird stuff that came afterward. Stuff I'd never told anybody.

But I trudged right ahead, leading the troops down the gallery, which was a long porch that spanned the back of the house. Six rocking chairs lined the gallery, perfectly still and gleaming white in the dusky moonlight.

The whole house was dark except for one dim bulb lamp in the window of a second- floor dormer, flickering the way those fake electric Christmas candles do.

Mom sank into one of the rockers and looked around wanly. Her Southwest peasant skirt billowed around her like a parachute. "Look at me!" She thrust out an arm puckered with big goose bumps. "I have a bad feeling about this place, kids." "Lila's idea, her fault," Gabe said gleefully.

Dad glanced my way and smiled. He's absolutely the gentlest of men. "Emily, let's you and I go around to the front. You kids stay put." They walked around the side of the house, holding hands. Embarrassing if anyone else were around to see them.

I rattled every doorknob along the gallery. Each door was locked tight, and each had a horse shoe hanging over it, some good- luck thing. Looked like we were going to need a little luck to get inside.

A lamppost over by the courtyard fountain shed thin sprays of light, enough to create a glare against the windows of the house's ground floor. Peering in, I saw that it was filled with dark furniture as massive as bears, and huge hanging chandeliers, and shimmery mirrors and unlit sconces, and the faint outline of a back staircase, but no people. "There's got to be an innkeeper around," Gabe said. "Or a caretaker, or janitor or someone."

We cupped our hands against the window glare and peered into the back side of the reception hall. A dim lamp suddenly sputtered on. I jumped. "

Motion detector," Gabe said.

"Yeah, but whose motion?" Nobody stirred inside.

The old- fashioned lamp revealed a baby- grand piano with its top raised like the wing of a swooping eagle. A pot of yellow mums perched on the piano, centered on a lace doily.

I grabbed Gabe's arm. "Look!"

The piano keys were rising and falling rapidly, all the way up and down the keyboard, as though someone were playing a jaunty tune.

Gabe put his sweaty ear to the window. "Hear anything?"

Not a sound came from the room, and the piano bench was empty.

"It's a player piano with the sound gutted out," Gabe said. "Pretty convincing."

"Probably. Sure." I watched those silent keys jump up and down as though ghostly fingers tapped them. And then the flowerpot began inching toward the end of the piano as the lace doily seemed to be pulled slowly out from under it. I gasped.

Gabe just snorted. "Look for wires," he said. "Somebody's behind a chair, jerking that pot across the piano. I'll bet money on it."

"What money? You owe me five dollars already," I muttered, heart pounding as the pot hung off the edge of the piano for a second until gravity kicked in, and the mums came crashing to the floor. More dirt than could possibly have filled that small pot scattered all over the threadbare Persian rug.

"Whoa!" I cried.

"Just special effects to spook gullible people like you," Gabe scoffed.

By now gray dusk had slid into navy- blue night. Gabe trotted along the porch, and as he whooshed by, he set all six rockers in furious motion, their legs slamming against the ancient floorboards. A minute passed, then another.

"Weird," I said, trying to sound unconcerned. "There's no wind to keep the rockers going."

"Electromagnetic something or other," Gabe said.

I swirled my hand around the middle chair, as if I could grab a fistful of ghost or charged air. Nothing. A shiver went down my back. I glanced over at our SUV. Maybe we could still get a room somewhere else. Anywhere else. The fierce churning song of cicadas filled the night. "This place creeps me out."

"That's the beauty of it," Gabe replied. And the chairs kept thumping. "What's that racket?" asked Dad as he and Mom came around to the back of the house.

"The old lady ghosts are racing to the edge of the veranda in their rocking chairs," Gabe replied dryly.

"So I see." Dad tossed the car keys from hand to hand. "I guess it's no surprise that every single door's locked all around the house."

"I don't like this place, Ethan. The management must have forgotten that we were checking in tonight." Mom rolled her long, salt- and- pepper hair into a knot that she tucked in at the top of her head. Rivers of sweat streamed down her face and neck. My mom, who'd done fieldwork in remote rain forest villages of South America where natives speared poisonous snakes for lunch, looked positively spooked by Laurel Oaks. "Just one night," Dad reassured her, and she grudgingly nodded.

Gabe strode along the porch, his sneakers slapping the splintery wood. This time as he passed, every rocker stopped suddenly, some tilting back on their legs in freeze- frame. "How'd they do that?" I yelped.

"Good trick, and here's our next clue." A banana tree loomed in the corner between the General Store and the house. Gabe pulled an envelope out of its tangle of floppy huge leaves. "Must have been blown over here by the wind."

What wind? The air was unnaturally still, as if the night held us all in suspension, and not even a leaf dared to flutter. And yet, without a breath of cool air, I felt chills ripple up and down my back. I huddled close to Gabe. He waved the envelope. Printed on the front were these words:

The Barry Party Us.

That made me think of the Donner Party in the 1840s, a bunch of people in covered wagons trekking from Illinois to California to pan for gold. They got stranded in the wintery mountains, ran out of food, and then it was down to feast on friends and family or starve. Too bad Gabe was too skinny and sinewy to provide much tender meat for the Barry party.

An old- fashioned skeleton key, glinting gold, tumbled out of the envelope and clattered to the floor. I swooped it up while Gabe tilted a sheet of onionskin paper toward the lamplight and read aloud:

Welcome to Laurel Oaks Plantation. I'm frightfully glad you're here.

o Do not attempt to enter the General Cambridge Suite at the far end of the gallery.

o The golden key opens the door at the bottom of the steep staircase leading to the dark belly of the house.

BEWARE THE TWELFTH STEP.

o Keys wait in the doors of your rooms at the top of the stairs. The Eberly room is on your right; the Brookes and Gladstone rooms are on your left. Choose wisely.

o Caution: Do not, DO NOT turn out the light in the hall. When the last light at Laurel Oaks is snuffed out, the spirits are released to take their pleasure.

o There are no phones in the house. There is no one in the house but you. Lock your door from the inside. Carefully. Rest in peace.

Your Host,

Camilla

"They certainly know how to set atmosphere around here." Dad laughed out loud as he folded the welcome note into his shirt pocket.

"No kidding," Gabe said. "Rest in peace, that's what they say when you're six feet under, eating worms!"

Dad, Gabe, and even Mom were all laughing, while my heart raced and my curiosity went into overdrive.

Of course, the thing I most wanted to know was, what's in the General Cambridge Suite?

Excerpted from The Secret of Laurel Oaks by Lois Ruby.

Copyright © 2008 by Lois Ruby.

Published in September 2008 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2008

    Young adult fans will enjoy Lila¿s cold case murder investigation

    Since mom is giving a presentation at the Biophysical Anthropology Conference on the LSU campus in Baton Rouge, her entire family decided to attend. Besides mom, dad, and their two children (fourteen year old Gabe and thirteen year old Lila) leave their home in Albuquerque to stay for a few nights at creepy allegedly haunted (that is what the Smithsonian web site claims) Laurel Oaks B&B.--------------- The ghost is Daphne an antebellum young slave accused of murdering her Master Judge Nethercott¿s wife and two daughters Molly and Alice in 1840 at Laurel Oaks Plantation Daphne died in the nearby Mississippi. She has never moved on because she is obsessed to know what truly happened on that horrific day when four females died. She believes that Lila is the person she has waited for to help her investigate the murders.------------ The supernatural aspects of the tale has been done a zillion ties, but is somewhat refreshed with non-graphic implications of the uglier realism like molestation and rape on a slave plantation. The story line rotates perspective between the two teen female stars with Daphne¿s occurring in 1840 and the more fascinating of the two ¿tales¿. Young adult fans will enjoy Lila¿s cold case murder investigation.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2012

    The secret of laurel oaks

    I found this book to be a very interesting story full of the bits of truth that Lois weaves into it. It was well written and provides a firsthand perspective on plantation life. I could not put it down, and i'm eleven years old.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2012

    By far, one of the best books i've ever read!

    I have this paperback book, i could barely put it down. I love the beginning , middle , and end. Great read. Suggested for ages 9+ , Enjoy! Totally reccomended. Wish i could give it more stars.

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  • Posted February 11, 2012

    A great ghost story and a real slave story

    I found this book to be a wonderful story-within-a-story as a family comes to stay at a supposedly haunted inn. It's the kids who find it truly haunted and, with the help of the caretaker's foster daughter, unravel the murder by poisoning of the white slave owner's wife and daughters that resulted in the hauntings of the house. Interwoven with the modern story is that of the slaves, told by the one who had magical gifts passed on to her by her African father. The suspense--who murdered the whites, and can the ghosts be freed?--is ongoing and punctuated by storms, shattering glass, a car accident, and faces that appear in the mirror. I recommend this both as a ghost story and as a view of real life on slave plantations!

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    Posted December 29, 2013

    Must Read!!!!!

    Very good!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2013

    Fantastic!

    This book is wonderful and I would love to read it over and over again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2013

    Buy this!!

    Ok to be honest with you, this is the best book I have EVER read! Its so realistic. I can't put it down. I seriously had a dream last night about Daphne coming in my room and jist sitting there watching me sleep. And the night nefore that I dreamed about me in the Cambridge Plantation, where I was 1 of the slaves! This book is amazing!!!!! DEFINITELY WORTH THE MONEY!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2011

    Amazing Book - couldn't put it down!

    I Was really impressed with this book because I am not really a big fan of ghost stories. There was a very surprising twist!

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    woah!

    i luv the book!

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